Tuesday, 30 April 2013
In Googling images of tests I laughed when I found the BBC test card. I am old enough to remember it well, or so I thought. When I gave it some thought, I remembered seeing it in the evening, but was it also there during the day? And my goodness, I so well remember the girl who looked fascinatingly like my Tracy Tea-Party doll with moving arm for pouring tea. But I did not remember the clown. My children are afraid of clowns. Why was there a frightening clown and why do I not remember him?
Friday, 19 April 2013
Bluebell 1. n /'blu:bel/ a European woodland plant of the lily family, which produces clusters of blue bell-shaped flowers in Spring.
Bluebell 2 n. /'blu:bel/ where bread and cakes are made and happiness always shines.
Dear Bluebell Cafe in North Belfast,
Thank you very much for the pot of hot and much needed tea this morning. You were an oasis of sit down and think about nothing in the middle of a celebrate-birthdays-filled month. I do come in now and again for one of your amazing sandwiches and then I take it next door where I get my hair cut and I eat it there, breathing in the moments of manic-free hair product.
Today I had some time before moving next door and I sat down to wonder at the clock made of tea-cups, and wall of funny signs like the one above, and the trio of folk at the table next to mine. That was one fascinating bunch! I wonder did the lady on the right begin to see her partner's money as her own?
I am three birthday celebrations through out of four this month, with the Spring Ball tomorrow night, and we had an impromptu theatre trip last night. Normal stay-at-home service will be resumed soon, but this morning I just needed tea!