Wednesday runaround. A few cartoon comments.

Today, Wednesday, i got up and went to Uppermill as usual. I had not intended to do this but we needed to replenish our supply of breakfast cereals and porridge and such. And since I hadn’t been able to find what I wanted in the local Co-op store, I decided to follow the advice of the loud pessimist lady who was in the shop yesterday. Maybe she would be correct and I could vet whatever I wanted in the Uppermill Co-op. 

Well, yes and no. Some things were easily located but in place of the cereals ai wanted was a notice saying they had been withdrawn by the manufacturer because of a scare about flour beetle. flour beetle! So it goes.

I was home in record time, just time for the washing ai had put in the machine before setting off to be about to complete its cycle. Sometimes my efficiency amazes me!

Later in the day I went to catch a bus to Greenfield so that I could be the family representative at the small grandchildren’s school harvest festival. An hour of children singing songs about harvest and autumn and tractors and combine harvesters in the local church. Each year group had an item to perform. It’s a long time for children to sit still. Our own little fidget, 7 year old Grandson Number Two was conveniently seated in the pew in front of mine and just behind his teacher. Between us we were able to remind him to whisper to bis little friends rather than speak in a normal voice. His teacher recognises his fidgetiness and allows him to  bring a small whiteboard and pen to assemblies and church services. It keeps him busy but has the drawback of his wanting to tell the story of his creations to his almost equally fidgety mates!

Afterwards, the small people and I caught the bus home where I fed them snacks until their mother eventually arrived to collect them.

Consequently I haven”t concentrated much on what’s going on in the wider world. But here are a couple of cartoons about the French situation:

And here’s one about early release from prison and those ever-increasing energy bills.

Life goes on. Stay safe-and well, everyone!

Staying in bed. Protests and curfews and arrests. And remembering Aberfan.

 Having got up early yesterday, today I woke, heard the rain on the windows and went back to sleep for a while! The rain stopped in the late morning but the day remains dull and damp. I walked into the village to buy some essentials. The local pessimist was in the Co-op, talking mostly to herself but for everyone to hear, complaining loudly that she can never find anything she wants in “this rubbish shop”. On other days I have heard her on the main street telling us all how bad the local bus service is. Maybe she just needs to voice her protest on a kind of rolling programme.

In France the violent protests and looting have escalated to the point where some of the major cities and parts of Paris have had a curfew imposed. 

Marseille, for example, plans to to introduce nightly curfew for under-18s until Friday to stop violent protests

It seems that Belgium, Albania and Italy have been following France’s example. Milan has used military force to protect its shopping centres. Some stores have removed good from display and others have boarded up their windows. 

Various groups have been “blamed” for encouraging the violence: a combination of left-wingers and Islamists, according to some of the papers, Russian and China, say others, and Hamas, according to Benjamin Netanyahu. 

Meanwhile, according to this article, a small number of settlers have been arrested in the West Bank. This follows separate assaults by settlers on a US photojournalist and a group of international diplomats visiting a Palestinian olive grove. 

It’s sixty years since 100,000 tonnes of coal waste slid down and buried the primary school in Aberfan, killing more than 100 children and close to 30 adults.  Here’s a link to an article about it.

Even though a 1967 tribunal found the National Coal Board was to blame for not heeding warnings that the tip was unstable, no directors or employees were ever prosecuted. And there are still 2,000 disused coal tips in the south Wales valleys that pose a significant safety and environmental threat. That’s sixty years of our knowing such tips are dangerous! 

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Stations. Going out for the day. Onsomnia. Harmful alternative medecine.

 It was still dark when I got up this morning. Granddaughter Number Two had organised a day out in York for us. I was going to get on a train at Greenfield station, a train she would have caught at the previous station down the road, Stalybridge. The train would be at Greenfield at 9.22. I had a choice of two buses: one at 8:30 and one half an hour later. At a pinch the later bus would do … but if that bus was late it might not reach the station in time. And our bus service follows a long route, with lots of traffic lights and roadworks along the way! One way to miss a train! 

So I opted for the earlier bus and got up while it was still dark. I was hoping to buy a takeaway coffee at thebcafe opposite the station but the cafe was closed. No coffee for me. I trudged over the bridge that crosses the lines and went to sit in the gloomy waiting room. There’s a notice on the door which reads: “This waiting room will be locked when the ticket office is closed”. Well, the ticket office is manned (or womanned?) in the morning only, so anyone catching a train towards Yorkshire and beyond in the afternoon or evening just has to stand on the platform. Or they could wait under the shelter on the other platform and scuttle over the bridge when their train is due. 

It was drizzling nicely when I set out to catch my early bus. I’m not up to scuttling over bridges these days and so I appreciated having even a gloomy waiting room to sit in. By then the rain, forecast to be “light”, was falling rather heavily! Hurrah for gloomy waiting rooms. Eventually my train arrived, I found Granddaughter Number Two and we travelled to York together. Arrived at our destination we had a coffee and by the time we felt prepared to face the day properly, the rain had stopped. We had a fine, if rather grey, day walking round the city, popping in and out of bookshops and examining craft stalls until it was time for lunch. All in all, a good day was had by all. 

I don’t usually have insomnia, not as such. Occasionally it can take me a while to fall asleep, which can be ironic if I have perviously been dropping off while watching  a TV programme. Anyway, here is a cartoon about insomnia.

Some time ago I read about an organisation which advised pregnant women to shun hospitals and midwives but to give birth in a “natural’ way. Inevitably women and babies died, fortunately not too many of them but still too:many to justify regarding medical intervention as harmful. Well, here’s a link to an article about someone, an influencer, who,organises “wellness events” and advises people to ignore doctors, refuse vaccination, turn down antibiotics and other such medication. “Sometimes scans are not right,” she tells people and suggests treatments such as a castor oil compress to treat unusual lumps and swellings.

I suppose that when people are frightened of what a medical diagnosis might reveal, they turn to remedies that sound like medieval magic or the kind of stuff snake-oils sellers provided. But we’re a quarter of the way into the 21st century and we should know better.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone! 

Family stuff. French chaos. More books banned. A 100 year old bear.

 It’s another fine bright autumn day. 

The family seem to be coming to dinner for a change; lately our daughter has been too busy with her new post as assistant head of a local primary school to have time to bring everyone over for dinner. Depending on what time people arrive we might even manage a family walk. That could be last late afternoon walk of the year without torches as the clocks change next weekend and we gain an hour in bed but lose an hour in the afternoon. The nights are drawing in. Winter is coming!

In France what began as lycée student protests have progressed to general protests against the rising cost of living and poor public services. In French fashion this is not done in a half-hearted way; buildings are being attacked, vehicles are being set alight, chaos has ensued! It is to be hopes that nobody wants to copy these actions here in the UK. In France more than 1,800 protestors have been arrested. Protestors are still being arrested here but most of them are peaceful and many of them rather old. Mind you, I did see a headline about defence buildings being attacked! 

I have already commented about Sally Rooney’s books being withdrawn from sale in the UK. Yesterday I found this posted by someone called Anya Darr on Facebook:

“FF this is getting very serious now. All manner of books now being banned or side-lined. We WILL find ways around it. I suggest everyone buys one for Christmas at least...why not treat the whole family! Some good titles in the link below.

This story is bigger than a book simply being cancelled. 

Penguin Random House pulled Alana Hadid and Jenan Matari’s book about the Palestinian experience after clashing with them over how to tell Palestine’s story.

Apparently, even a children’s book about Palestine needs a disclaimer making sure everyone knows October 7 was illegal, while the Nakba, occupation and decades of dispossession are up for editorial debate.

 Alana and Jenin eventually walked away rather than publish a version they couldn’t stand behind. 

Imagine having to fight a publisher just to tell your own people’s story. 

Thankfully, Palestinian-owned Interlink Books will publish it in 2027.”

It’s never good to see books being banned one way or another. 

Meanwhile, I read that European diplomats visiting lands belonging to the Christian town of Taybeh on the West Bank along with the French consul general in Jerusalem, his wife and other diplomats, and the Belgian and Polish consuls have come under attack from settlers determined to prevent the olive harvest. And so it goes on!

On a more cheerful note, we should be wishing Winnie the Pooh a happy birthday. It seems he is now 100 years old. The Royal Mail has issued special stamps in commemoration.

I have read though that A.A. Milne and his son Christopher Robin Milne were not happy about the success of the Pooh stories. The author felt that the success rather overshadowed the more serious career he wanted to pursue as a playwright. And poor Christopher Robin felt thatvhis childhood had been stolen from him. 

Sometimes life is hard! 

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

First frost. Taking people’s names in vain. Work-out wear. Respecting women. Food crisis.

When I went to catch a bus into Uppermill to take some stuff to the charity shop and to go to the GP’s surgery for a routine blood test, my phone told me it was 4°. It wasn’t even all that early, already going on for 10.00. On the bus I met a friend who told me that when she walked her dog at around 8.00 there was frost on the grass. The nurse who took my blood confirmed that she had had to scrape frost off her car to get to work. The first frost of the season! 

I read this article this morning about a writer called Linda Geddes, author of scientific works, which I why I have to admit to never having heard of her before. It’s all about how someone used her name to have scientific articles published in magazines and the like.  She’s not the only one., as she discovered when she did a bit of a dive into how this was happening. I was struck by how easy it seems to be for fraudsters of this kind to have material published. Does nobody do any kind of identity checks in such cases? After all, whenever I receive notification of a message from my GP I have to jump through a range of hoops to prove that I am me! Different levelsi of security! 

When I used to go to aerobics classes, many years ago now, I was always amazed at the fashion show element. You would hear cries of, “What a lovely leotard!” And “Where did you get that outfit ”. As for me, I just wore basic black tights and leotard, not having much money to spend on the rainbow-hued sportswear that suddenly was available. According to Emma Beddington in this article, some of that is still continuing. Indeed,  a comedian, male of course, has apparently been making bad jokes about what women wear or don’t wear to go to the gym. Emma Beddington defends women’s right to wear whatever they like when they exercise and their right to be able to look into the mirror at the gym and think, ‘Yes, this exercise stuff is working and I’m looking good!” Quite so!

I suppose that kind of joking is another aspect of men trying to control women one way or another. Here’s a cartoon from social media by someone who calls himself Naked Pastor on Facebook,”

He explains: “This is my cartoon print Women and the Resurrection. If you read the gospels with open eyes, you can see that the women in Jesus' life played a major role, including being the first to witness his resurrection and report it. So why don’t women get the credit and limelight they deserve?”

After I had finished giving my blood sample this morning, I walked on from Uppermill to the Tesco store in Greenfield. Even though this a relatively small supermarket, I managed to find everything I needed.Maybe I am fortunate or maybe I am quite undemanding. All sorts of ‘experts’ keep warning us of the need to stock up on long-lasting tinned good and bottles of water, for the food crisis which they say is looming. Between the problems caused by the warmongers, making the importing of foods more difficult and expensive, and the risk of hackers turning up the temperatures in supermarket fridges, as happened in France last weekend, leading to frozen goods going to waste, feeding the family is likely to be a problem.

Maybe we need to get back a simpler mindset, one that doesn’t expect all foodstuffs to be available all year-round and accepts that food can be seasonal, maybe making life more interesting!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Golden weather. Numeracy, literacy and oracy. And the manosphere.

 At 8.30 the morning was positively golden as I jogged past the millpond. 

Cloud has come and gone since then. In fact just after I had hung washing to dry in the garden, out of an almost cloudless sky came a shower of rain. I decided to leave the washing out there. And besides the shower didn’t last long.

It was very quiet out and about. The usual dog walkers must have been out very early or were waiting until later. And there was no interesting wildlife today, not even the odd squirrel. So it goes.

In today’s Guardian Simon Jenkins has been saying that we teach our children maths they will never use when we should really be teaching them to speak more fluently. Hmm! Yes and no. There’s a bit of me that says we need to introduce pupils to seemingly useless maths because some of them will find it fascinating (yes, they will - I have had students in A-Level French or Spanish classes who also studied A-Level Maths and did indeed find it fascinating and fun, rather as I have always found the vagaries of grammar fascinating, especially comparing grammar from one language to another) and they will perhaps become the great mathematicians of the future. As regards speaking, well, yes, we need to make sure our young people can express themselves clearly and coherently. In his article he tells us that people use fewer words than they used to and, more worryingly, young people don’t seem to talk to each other. Instead they text each other and in groups they shout at each other.

I was under the impression that speaking skills were assessed as part of GCSE English Language but it’s a long time since I taught it and maybe things have changed. Oracy is hard to assess and nowadays a good deal of importance is given to assessment. Everything has to be measurable! 

Concern about oracy is not new. This is what Wikipedia tells us: “Oracy is articulating ideas, developing understanding and engaging with others through speaking, listening and communication. The term was coined by Andrew M. Wilkinson, a British researcher and educator, in 1965. The purpose is to draw attention to the neglect o speech and listening in education.l”

So that was back in 1965 when my grammar school had us holding formal debates in some English lessons, teaching us the formal rules of proper debating, maybe just in case any of us girls might end up in Parliament. And we had a public speaking competition. Granted we competitors only spoke to the assembled girls but, hey, you have to start somewhere!

And now they’re more worried than ever.

Something that nobody talked about in 1965 was the manosphere. Goodness! We were only just getting round to stronger ideas about women’s liberation. Anyway, Jess Harwood has made a cartoon about the manosphere and what it should be about.

Her final frame tells us: “Generally, I wish the manosphere taught men it’s Ok to be vulnerable and that women need to be safe, respected and heard.” 

Here’s a link to the whole thing. It’s worth a look.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Early morning stuff.The cost of things. Banning books. Not paying writers.

 We had a plumber due to arrive at 9.00 this morning. It’s a good job I didn’t snooze my alarm or I might have been in the shower when he arrived at 8.30! Yes, 8.30! He had miscalculated how long it would take him to get here from his home in Marsden, which is only about 5 miles up the road from here. Ten minutes max I would have said but clearly he was expecting roadworks or something - tractors? sheep ln the road? 

Anyway we now have shiny new taps in the bathroom, taps which work and which do not judder noisily and then cut off when you’re halfway through washing your hands. So there it is. Having paid our plumber, I walked into the village to the cash machine in the coop store as I had used up all my cash. Many years ago I used to give private French lessons to our local chemist. On one occasion he huffed and puffed about the cost, saying that he, a chemist, did not earn as much per hour as I was charging for French lessons. I pointed out that I spent time finding and preparing materials for the lesson. I didn’t quibble over the implied suggestion that a chemist was better qualified than a linguist! I wonder what he would say to plumbers’ and electricians’ and builders’ charges these days.

The writer Sally Rooney has found out that she cannot sell her books in the UK. When Palestine Action was declared a proscribed terrorist organisation last year (was it only last year?) she declared that she would give proceeds from sales of her book to Palestine Action. In September she did not travel to the UK to collect a literary award as she could perhaps have been arrested. Her books have been dramatised for television. This was before the ban on Palestine Action but the independent producers of the series have advised her (that’s an odd term - they didn’t just tell her) that any payment for these series would be a breach of terrorism laws if they knew that planned the use the royalties to fund Palestine Action! What happens to the payment now? 

Banning books, withholding payment, denying people access to their own bank accounts! Whatever next?

It seems that Section 15 of the Terrorism Act makes it an offence if a person “provides money or other property, and knows or has reasonable cause to suspect that it will or may be used for the purposes of terrorism”. It carries a maximum sentence of 14 years in prison. Wow! 

Her UK and Ireland publisher, Faber, said: “Current legislation in the UK has led to circumstances where Faber cannot pass on UK earnings to Sally Rooney for her work. To sell a writer’s work and not be able to pass on earnings is an unconscionable situation for a publisher.

“As such, and in full agreement with Sally, we have taken the decision that we can no longer supply her works in the UK in any format. We remain the proud publisher of her remarkable body of work, which we will continue to sell in other territories.”

A friend of mine has suggested that maybe we’ll see an influx of smuggles copies of her books from the Republic of Ireland.

I seem to remember hearing a suggestion when the Ukraine war started that we should not listen to music by Russian composers. I don’t think anyone said we should not read Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky though. 

It’s all part of the interconnectedness of everything. Here is an example of that interconnectedness (and possible interference):

And here’s a little something on possible elections: 

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!