Oh Wow!
Meanwhile, in trivia corner, the arrival of Great-Aunt Eunice (she has to be that with that name), has stirred my friend's helper to get the house insured - we were waiting till all the paperwork was cleared. Heaves heavy sigh of relief before wind arrives.
P&T My daughter's wedding yesterday was all the we had hoped for and more. After a fraught day before, on the day itself everyone was relaxed and happy. The weather was dry (unusually so for March!). The service was excellent, our minister delivered a quite brilliant reflection on Corinthians 13, our church organist had put hours of practice into the bride and groom's somewhat ... eclectic ... choice of music, the food was great, the ceilidh band excellent. It was wonderful to see so many friends and family after two years of Covid restrictions. My mother (88) stayed up till midnight and was a trouper throughout. My alcoholic relative remained sober. We have a wonderful son-in-law and his parents seem equally delighted with their new daughter in law.
They are doing it all again in June- the Quinie's new husband was born here but is ethnically Gujarati, so his parents are hosting an Indian wedding in England in June. So as soon as I have recovered from this wedding, I have to start shopping for a sari to wear in June!
Another plug for baking soda - sprinkle it onto the base, make a paste and spread that around. Leave a while, then add some water and boil the mix for a bit.
I had a similar culinary mishap the other day, and managed to remove the offending residue by soaking the dish in Fairy Liquid and water before putting it in the dishwasher.
I had a similar culinary mishap the other day, and managed to remove the offending residue by soaking the dish in Fairy Liquid and water before putting it in the dishwasher.
My emphasis - it's essential to take that step otherwise not all the residue may be removed, and the drying section of the cycle will very effectively bake it on.
Giving thanks for the work of Dr Ashley Bloomfield, who is the Director General of Health in Aotearoa/NZ. Dr Bloomfield is resigning from this role in July. He has had a very public profile and has fronted many press conferences with the PM and the Health Minister, as well as podcasts for kid's telling awful Dad jokes and answering questions such as "can you catch Covid smelling farts? (no).
Dr Bloomfield has been in the very best tradition of Public Servants.
Well deserved thanks to him then - his last couple of years in particular must have been very testing and difficult. He may have had the AIDS epidemic to work with in his earlier years.
Giving thanks for the life and ministry of my Grandfather, who died this morning aged 96, having been granted "a quiet night and a perfect end" that he would have so often prayed for, the last sounds in his ears a recording of Gregorian Chant.
He was born and grew up in Wales, completed his National Service with the Royal Signals (despite being colour blind!), trained as a Methodist missionary and was dispatched to the Bahamas, at some point becoming an Anglican and being ordained, serving in Halifax, Nova Scotia before returning with his young family (3 children at the time) to his wife's home county of Lincolnshire, where they settled (for the longest period) in Alford. 3 became 6 (one of whom was adopted) and he served there for around 30 years until his retirement. He is survived by my Grandmother (90), their 6 children, 10 grandchildren and 3 great grand children.
Mr Bee is through his operation after a difficult day yesterday waiting with no food or drink allowed. Now on the ward feeling weary, battered and bruised.
The little Scops Owl outside in one of the trees has been hooting his/her tiny hoot for weeks now. I actively wait for him/her of an evening and sometimes at dawn he/she is there too ...
The little Scops Owl outside in one of the trees has been hooting his/her tiny hoot for weeks now. I actively wait for him/her of an evening and sometimes at dawn he/she is there too ...
As I get older / mature, things of that nature warm my heart immensely. A bird app helps my identify the twitterings of our feathered friends and slowly I begin to recognise more and more birds (well, really a handful at the moment, and not the nuances between different varieties of birds).
I wish you many a happy evening listening to the gentle and soothing hoots.
Grandpa Feet has now been joined in his journey through death by Grandma Feet, aged 90. Entering the eternal kingdom just as they journeyed through this life - together. My Grandma had been living with vascular dementia for well over a decade and, while there is sadness at the parting, we are glad that she did not linger long, scared and lonely as might have been, but was drifting away already even as Grandpa went on ahead. May they rest in peace and rise in glory.
Mr Bee’s now home, slightly earlier than expected. It’s good to have him home, though he’s shaken and tired. It’s been an ordeal.
We now have to come to terms with an enormous change of diet.
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<votive> continued prayers for all the Beakys, big and small
Counsellor!
The mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace!
Sorry - the juxtaposition of those two posts brought on a Handel's Messiah moment ...
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Meanwhile, in trivia corner, the arrival of Great-Aunt Eunice (she has to be that with that name), has stirred my friend's helper to get the house insured - we were waiting till all the paperwork was cleared. Heaves heavy sigh of relief before wind arrives.
They are doing it all again in June- the Quinie's new husband was born here but is ethnically Gujarati, so his parents are hosting an Indian wedding in England in June. So as soon as I have recovered from this wedding, I have to start shopping for a sari to wear in June!
I was at school with an Indian girl whose proud boast is that her wedding sari still fits her.
If you put baking soda and water in the pan and boil it awhile, you may be able to get rid of the burned stuff.
Guess how I know? 🙄😣
My emphasis - it's essential to take that step otherwise not all the residue may be removed, and the drying section of the cycle will very effectively bake it on.
Dr Bloomfield has been in the very best tradition of Public Servants.
He was born and grew up in Wales, completed his National Service with the Royal Signals (despite being colour blind!), trained as a Methodist missionary and was dispatched to the Bahamas, at some point becoming an Anglican and being ordained, serving in Halifax, Nova Scotia before returning with his young family (3 children at the time) to his wife's home county of Lincolnshire, where they settled (for the longest period) in Alford. 3 became 6 (one of whom was adopted) and he served there for around 30 years until his retirement. He is survived by my Grandmother (90), their 6 children, 10 grandchildren and 3 great grand children.
May he rest in peace and rise in glory.
As I get older / mature, things of that nature warm my heart immensely. A bird app helps my identify the twitterings of our feathered friends and slowly I begin to recognise more and more birds (well, really a handful at the moment, and not the nuances between different varieties of birds).
I wish you many a happy evening listening to the gentle and soothing hoots.
[You never know what's going to Do it for You, do you? I am beginning to suspect it was "called by me" or sent by G*D in a certain way]
Mr Bee’s now home, slightly earlier than expected. It’s good to have him home, though he’s shaken and tired. It’s been an ordeal.
We now have to come to terms with an enormous change of diet.