But it's on there that I have found out that this Monday is said to be the most miserable day of the week. Now although I don't feel miserable reading what I have written about I hope I don't sound as if I am. I have to say, I lost all my worry genes in Malta. Now if I don't like what's worrying me I just throw it in the bin and forget it. no more dwelling on my or anyone elses mistakes. Lifes good!!
This is my first blog
I guess my friends, you all know I went to Llandudno last week. I mentioned going into Weatherspoons but was so busy bragging about learning how to get on cloud. I forgot to say what a beautiful building Wheatherspoons was housed in. It had been a most elegant theatre and picture house. Weatherspoons had kept all the beautiful features and made the best of them. The ladies toilettes have to be seen! We had a great theatre and picture house it also was as beautiful as the one in Llandudnoin. It was called the Coliseum! Years ago our councill decided to pull it down to make a very ugly car park. Now they have put a bit of grass, a couple trees and a seat on the piece facing our main road.
I was pretty horrified to see we, the civilised society throw so much food away it could feed the rest of the world. Who really needs to care whether a carrot is bent into a strange shape or a potatoe is not the usual shape or size. Food still tastes the same.
As for use by dates. My friend went to work for a very large business who had many food shops just after the war. She told me the only thing she didn't like about it, was touching and wiping the maggots off before they put it on the bacon slicer. All those years ago, some of the things, my late brother and I ate were raw eggs and hedgehog and, (John ate the hedghog) I ate raw sausages because there was nothing else. Although John has passed on, he was in his late seventies, and I'm still here.
In 1940 it was made a crime for anyone to waste food, there was even had a prison sentence if you were caught!
I won't be so quick to brag on facebook in future! All over Britain people have been snowed in for over a weeek and we have had none.
Early morning yesterday. 'No snow here!' I said, on facebook. Thinking, 'one up to Barrow, and Walney Island.' Early afternoon we had just a sprinkling. Of course I thought, 'Oh, it won't stick and it didn't.' Looked out earlier this morning and there it was. Not a lot, just enough to make the ground look as though someone had covered it in icing sugar.
I still remember the fun of being young when it snowed and kinda felt happy for the kids. Still thought it isn't much.
Now a couple of hours later it looks as if it's going to settle. So I guess I should go out to get some milk right now or decide to give it up in my coffee. To get the milk, I have to walk down a hill, get a bus, and return this time walking back up the hill. 'Pause for thought.' I'll make a coffee and think about it.
I hope you all aren't as bored with with my thoughts as I am. I decided to give it a rest about the snow and instead to talk about horse meat in burgers. This brought quite a disscusion with my some of my older friends on facebook. People were trying to remember whether any of us ate it in WW2. I never tasted it, and don't think my Mam ever cooked it. I think because she worked with Daisy, a horse she drove when delivering milk on a horse and cart for the Co-op for some time during the blitz. She wouldn't have ever eaten or used it.
Although I remember food was so scarce after the war we had to eat brain sandwiches. Ugh! I also remember that there was whale meat for sale in the war, but didn't know of anyone around me eating that either. After the war you could still buy horse meat for dog food, it was dyed purple then so that it couldn't be used for human consumtion.
One of the best dinners I used to have just after the war, was at my best friend Irene's house. It was called Fatherless, her Mam used to lair potatoes and sliced half an onion in a frying pan. 'Onions were very short then!' She would place three peices of bacon on the top then simmer it with a lid on. All us kids would be given a small plate of the potatoes and a slice of bread, it was delicious, we could taste the flavour of the bacon. 'The bacon was always for the man of the house as he had to go to work no matter how his health was.'
I think I'm remmonising a bit more today because I've started to write about my and my friends teen age years just after the war. I keep laughing at some of the memories. 'Not sure if I can write them all down! Still maybe I can!
Time to say bye the snow hasn't stuck to the ground too much and I do need milk. Tried a second coffee without it, not the same. So take care all and be Happy.
PS Can anyone tell me how to pull up spell check on my blog page?