Who Won the Week? 15 Sept 2019

I have two joint contenders for Who Won the Week this week, both relating to the current UK political debacle surrounding Brexit and bungling Boris Johnson, our fledgling floundering Prime Minister…

My husband and I like to listen to BBC Radio 4 every morning while we’re pottering about in the bedroom getting up and dressed. Sometimes we hear a whole interview or whatever, and sometimes we just hear snippets in the passing. One morning during this week I heard a comment made by someone (didn’t catch the name) at a local Conservative Club (didn’t catch where) about his personal opinion of Boris Johnson.

What do you think about Boris Johnson? asked the interviewer. The reply came without hesitation from contender number one: ‘Well he thinks he’s Winston Churchill, but he’s not. He’s a buffoon.’

Ha! And this from a bona-fide paid-up member of the Tory Party… Imagine what members of the opposition parties think of him!

Contender number two comes in the form of Irish Taoiseach Leo Varadkar, who during a televised Press Conference with said buffoon commented:

‘Negotiating FTAs (Free Trade Agreements) with the EU and the US […] is going to be a Herculean task for you. We want to be your friend and ally, your Athena, in doing so’

Classically-educated Boris Johnson in a previous Prime-Ministerial Press Conference referred to preferring to allow his Brexit negotiators to continue negotiating with the EU ‘without the Sword of Damocles over their necks’ referring to imminent danger hanging by the most slender of threads potentially clouding their ability to negotiate properly.

So it seemed very fitting for Leo Varadkar to use characters from Greek mythology to send a subtly teasing (yet serious at heart) message to our PM – because when Hercules went on a mad rampage and destroyed his wife and children, it was Athena who intervened, knocking him out and thereby preventing any further damage… Says it all, really…

You, sirs, together absolutely win the week for me hands down – top comments from both of you, and they still make me smile even today 🙂

Fandango’s Who Won the Week?


Fruit Crumble

A chronological line up of pics showing a day in the life of two types of autumn fruits progressing from plant to plate 🙂

The fruit on mum and dad’s plum tree is ripening nicely just now, as are the brambles growing along the side of the road by the house. So the other day my husband picked some of both and I made them into one big fruit crumble.

After cooking in the oven I could see the fruit had been far juicier than I had anticipated so the end result didn’t look the best with all the juice soaking right up through the sugary cinnamony crumble topping but oh, the smell – and the taste – was absolutely delicious.

We had it hot with custard on the first day, then cold with vanilla ice cream the next… yum! 🙂

Weekly Prompt: Line Up

Muirtown Swing Bridge

After any boats travelling along the Caledonian Canal have descended through the system of locks to reach the ‘natural’ water level on their way out to the Beauly Firth at Inverness, they then have to go through the Muirtown Swing Bridge.

Whenever necessary, the traffic is stopped, and the bridge swings smoothly open on a pivot to allow the boats to go through. Once the boats are safely through, the bridge swings closed again and the traffic too continues on its way 🙂

Muirtown Locks on the Caledonian Canal

Muirtown Locks in Inverness are on the Beauly Firth end of the Caledonian Canal, and comprise four closed chambers bordered by five lock gates. By increasing or decreasing the level of water within each chamber and opening and closing the gates in order, it is possible for boats travelling along the canal to be raised or lowered to the height of the next chamber, then the procedure is repeated – a bit like a water staircase for boats.

We were walking along the canal side the other day as two boats were descending through the system of locks, so I took a few pics with my camera phone. By the time we arrived, the boats had already gone through the first chamber and had started their descent towards the Beauly Firth.

The first image is taken from the middle of the first lock gate, which when closed creates a narrow pedestrian ridge across the canal, looking towards the Beauly Firth. The second is taken from the next lock gate along, looking down on the boats as the water level reduces to the level of the third chamber, shown in the third image. The fourth image shows both boats in the third chamber, and the fifth shows them in the fourth chamber with the lock gates closing behind them. The last image is of the boats waiting to descend through the last chamber to the lowest water level below 🙂

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Middle

Girl in a Yellow Dress

Anyone recognise me from this portrait? My mum painted me in oils when I was about seven or so, which makes this painting around 48 years old… Mum was an art teacher before she got married, so being drawn or painted wasn’t a particularly unusual occurrence in our house!

I distinctly remember the pale yellow cotton party dress – sleeveless fitted pin-tucked bodice and a full gathered skirt with a net underskirt that itched – and I remember sitting for the portrait (on the kitchen stool, in the kitchen of our farm cottage, while mum painted). People have often assumed I was sulking, or in a bad mood, but even now this is my natural resting face.

I’ve always been surprisingly fond of this painting, although one thing I’ve never understood is why mum chose such a god-awful background colour to frame me with? It’s certainly not representative of our chaotic kitchen, and is not particuarly flattering to my pale hair and skin colouring, or the colour of my dress! 🙂

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Anyone

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Blue

For this week’s stream of consciousness saturday prompt Linda has given us the challenge to post about the first blue object we see when we sit down to write. Not difficult in the sense that I’m sitting propped up on our bed with my laptop on my knee, on a checked blue and white duvet cover. And there’s also a blue floral-ish patterned carpet in the room as well as blue floral curtains – my husband and I are temporarily staying with my parents, sleeping in what is commonly called ‘the blue bedroom’ for obvious reasons!

It’s all done out in a nice dark denim-to-navy blue palette, and the walls and woodwork and furniture are all painted white. There are three rugs, two plain white and one blue flowered. There’s actually a bit too much floral pattern on the carpet and curtains for my liking, but they’re very much my mum’s generational taste of appropriate spare bedroom decor and I’ve certainly seen (and been in!) a lot worse.

I realise from my description it all sounds quite plain and stark (just blue and white) but there are also myriad old books and fussy ornaments and fiddly little nick-nacks cluttering up every available surface, which I’ve tried tactfully to reduce while we’re here to make space for some of our own everyday belongings, so there are also cardboard boxes now full of bits and pieces – some of mum’s, some of ours – neatly stacked around the edges of the room.

This particular gingham check duvet cover was actually our choice, there are several other (distinctly flowery) alternatives available in the linen cupboard but we’ve decided this one suits us best for now. We’ve also got our own bright yellow quilted bedspread folded down across the bottom of the bed, and the woven cane chair in the corner of the room has several of my cotton scarves draped over it, in reds and pinks and mulitcoloured tie-dye, so that gives a real splash of bright colour to our immediate surroundings.

I do like blue, I find it a really calming colour so considering we’re living in someone else’s house for now I’m absolutely fine with our room just as it is. But however grateful we are to mum and dad for letting us stay with them for the time being, oh how we long for our own home again, our own space and the freedom to live our own particular lifestyle choices every day without constant comment or criticism and being left feeling weird and wrong for being different to my parents.

So there we are for today, my rather random blue-topic post written on my blue-covered bed in my blue bedroom – The End! 🙂