Walking with Patch at my side is the best! Perhaps I should rephrase that…following behind my beloved companion as he decides exactly which path we will take is the best.
Three times a day, I open that front door stand to one side and let His Nibs through. From this point, he will either stop at the car, turn left or right. And that’s just the way I like it. Leaves me to blog-think-mode and him to be in charge of his own destiny for a while. Win win.
Without Patch, I fear I would not get much exercise at all. Which is a tad worrying. When the time comes, I will clearly need a chat with myself about remaining fit… but I will cross that bridge when I come to it.
In the meantime, we will be out there together every day come rain or shine… and at the moment, autumn in England is spectacular.
Instead, let me turn the attention to Laika, the first living creature to orbit Earth on soviet spacecraft Sputnik 2, on Sunday November 3rd 1957.
Taken from the streets of Moscow and chosen for her small size and temperament, this poor dog, part samoyed or husky/ terrier, was never intended to remain alive.
Laika was given one meal and seven days’ worth of oxygen.
Soviet officials claimed she survived for several days, but decades later, it was revealed she died within hours of stress and overheating….
Once again, it has been good to read lots of the replies to the DP today. Thanks for that, guys!
It’s funny that so many of you to profess to be the master/mistress of preparing hot chocolate or ordering Uber eats. Lol.
With just His Nibs and me under this roof, food is a relaxed affair. No longer do I have that dreaded thought ‘ what’s for dinner’. Dogs thrive on routine, so I serve ( yes, it’s like that) his meals promptly. That just leaves me… so it’s all plain sailing.
Soup made with seasonal produce/fresh vegetables and herbs is relatively inexpensive. So, I go down that road regularly. With delicious bread… Oh, and I make dal quite a lot.
‘Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a pauper’.
This school of thought is attributed to an American nutritionist, biochemist, diet guru and early influencer called Adelle Davis ( 1904-1974). Although the idea had probably been considered before this.
It makes sense to me to fuel up, first thing. I understand that doesn’t suit everyone. But it does give your body the best start. It’s good for blood sugar regulation, metabolic health, your mood, and a whole host of other benefits. It will certainly curb snacking later, which could disrupt insulin levels.
A light lunch and even lighter dinner is excellent for general digestion and aids better sleep. Then, the next day, you’re ready for breakfast and off you go….
Hey, WP. When I first read the DP, I thought I’d write about one event in particular. But during a long walk with Patch, I kept remembering more and more. Staggering, really.
(I have removed the word ‘ major’ from the question)
There are 14 written down so far, and I could keep adding to the list until the cows come home. But best I simply select a few from there…
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October 1966. Aberfan, Wales. This is the first major event I can recall. I was only a child, but the shock of the grown-ups around me was palable. The colliery spoils tip crashed down onto a school, killing 116 children and 28 adults. Devastating.
November 1974. Tavern in The Town. Birmingham. England. My go-to. It is widely believed it was the IRA that blew this pub to bits. Taking with it two lads I knew, brothers( Irish) Desi and Eugene R.I.P
December 1980. New York. John Lennon shot and killed outside his home. I was in a nightclub at the time. The DJ released the news.
August/September 1997. Paris, France. The death and funeral of Princess Dianna. Who can forget the two boys walking behind the gun carriage?
September 11th 2001. New York City. The terrorist attack killed 2977 and injured thousands. How vivid those images remain?
December 2004. The Indian Ocean Coastline. Tsunami.Across a dozen countries, the death toll is estimated to be 230.000. I have my own story about this. Maybe another time.
June 2023. The Titan Submersible imploded off the coast of Newfoundland, Canada. The CEO, Stockton Rush it is said was above listening to the experts. He took 4 other souls with him that day.
Wildfires, floods, and landslides. Hurricane Katrina, Hungerford, Live Aid. Horizon Oil Spill, Terry Waite released. ( his book ‘ Taken on Trust’, is a captivating read. Sorry) Nelson Mandela’s release. The passing of The Queen. William and Katherine marriage, Arab Spring. Hillsborough. Grenfill……
Foil. Do you still call it tin foil? I do. Even though it was replaced with aluminium after WWII because it was cheaper, more flexible, and left no metallic taste.
Word is that it was popular in England in the early 18th century – early 20th.
I was aware obvs that foil has a shiny and a dull side..and in my mind, there was a reason to use one or the other for different purposes. ( I had never taken that further than a thought) Shows how much I know. The fact is that it is simply a manufacturing process and not a functional design. Did you all know that?
It’s a funny old word Proud, I reckon. It doesn’t always sit right with me.
You may hear someone say ‘ Oh, she’s very houseproud’. But there’s something off about that, in my mind. Usually said as not so complimentary. If one needs to say something at all, why not? ‘She keeps her house lovely?’ Sounds completely different, doesn’t it? It was supposed to.
Or what about ‘ he’s a very proud man’? That phrase could mean multiple things, but it comes across on the negative side, I feel.
We all understand if a woman says she’s very proud of her kids, for whatever reason. We get it. She’s allowed that
So, yep, I struggle with the word ‘ proud’ and how I may apply it to the DP today.
Doing an audit of my life thus far, I have certainly congratulated ( I think that’s the right word) for remaining resilient when the path was rocky from time to time.
I’ve done bits and bobs, achieved little this n that’s that make me feel my life has not been wasted…but pride, dunno?
OK. I’ve got one. So many years ago, it almost feels like a past life that I got to abseil down the side of a theatre in Hammersmith, London, for charity.
I gave myself a tiny bravery award for even contemplating it. A pat on the back with relief when I did it and absolute blushed cheeks when some handsome guy in a uniform said I was ‘ a natural’. Lol. Yeah. I guess for a few minutes walking back to the tube, I was proud of myself. The proudest moment of my life, not so much, but the warm fuzzy feeling was definitely there for a short while.
Our ever growing community on WP is a wonderful thing to be part of. A cool, diverse bunch of misfits, showing up every day from all over the shop to scratch our heads when DP wants answers.
Often, we’ll all go off down different paths of thoughts, ideas, and chat…but today? Not so much. A host of bloggers extraordinaire are all huddled on the same page writing about working on getting the best version of themselves up to scratch.
In a world gone mad with anger, destruction, so many isms and ego’s, greed and cruelty aplenty its quite a relief to get through the front door at WP and then down the stairs and into our safe, peaceful environment with fellow bloggers.
To answer your question today DP, I’m thinking I have really got to get to grips with the procrastination issue, I seem to have going on. My to-do list just gets longer and longer as I add to it…and just look at it. Mmmm.
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
I will not be having a funeral. Just a simple click and collect kind of affair. From popping my clogs to crematorium. Done.
If anyone wants to say any kind words or bring flowers, can you do it now, please. Let me smell those magnificent lilies. Let me hear a few sweet words.
I did have this idea of having my ashes put around the base of an oak tree. But it turns out that is more complicated than it sounds.
The mighty oak has sensitive roots, and the sodium would be detrimental to the trees’ well-being. They make eco urns for such this purpose. Allowing for a gentle release into the soil. But this really defeats the object of planning a simple departure.
It would be fun to imagine a squirrel sometime in the future eating an acorn I had helped to produce
Pity, I felt I could channel my inner Christina Rossetti that way. No, I’m just trying to add some humour into a darkish post.
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