Man: ''What do you want to eat?''
Lady One: ''Ooo, chips for me! Chips, chips, chips - look at their chips!'' (pointing to poster advertising chips)
Lady Two: ''Oh no, not those chips, they look anaemic''.
-----Can chips be anaemic??-----
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Nothing.
It was a grey wednesday morning. The clouds were dull, the wind was still.
She walked to the corner of town where she always met him. Today seemed different - she had something to say. This was slightly unusual, their meetings were often silent. He would drink apple juice, and she'd have a tea -usually a peppermint tea. Their eyes would meet across the table, a smile would be shared, then one of them would break the gaze and look away. The girl felt her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. She'd met the boy once a week since the beginning of october last year. She knew him well, but not well enough to know what he thought. She'd sit and look into his eyes - trying to read every line and every crease, and what she'd see was nothing. It disturbed her no end; it consumed her mind - it invaded her everyday thoughts.
''Tell me'' she started, ''what do i mean to you?''.
The boy shrugged and adjusted his seat.
''You mean nothing'' he declared, emotionlessly.
And with that, he took a sip from his glass, buckled his shoes, and walked out the door.
She walked to the corner of town where she always met him. Today seemed different - she had something to say. This was slightly unusual, their meetings were often silent. He would drink apple juice, and she'd have a tea -usually a peppermint tea. Their eyes would meet across the table, a smile would be shared, then one of them would break the gaze and look away. The girl felt her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. She'd met the boy once a week since the beginning of october last year. She knew him well, but not well enough to know what he thought. She'd sit and look into his eyes - trying to read every line and every crease, and what she'd see was nothing. It disturbed her no end; it consumed her mind - it invaded her everyday thoughts.
''Tell me'' she started, ''what do i mean to you?''.
The boy shrugged and adjusted his seat.
''You mean nothing'' he declared, emotionlessly.
And with that, he took a sip from his glass, buckled his shoes, and walked out the door.
Monday, 21 September 2009
The Psychology Of Hens.
On Saturday we added 3 hens to our family. These were bought from a local man who has a collection of around 1,100 hens in his back field. A nice little earner considering each hen provides in excess of 300 eggs a year, and he sells these to major supermarkets and organic farmshops. The hens are hybrids - a mixture of the best egg-laying breeds on the market -Rhode Island Red and Light Sussex. We have kept hens free-range in our back garden since 2000, and since the demise of our much loved patron hen, Hattie, felt we needed to build our hen family up again. So along come the arrival of Poppy, Amber and Etta. They settle in very quickly, and they appear to be getting along rather well.
24 hours later and they are feeding at the trough. Poppy and Etta are contently pecking away, and on becoming aware of this, Amber tries to get in on the action herself. She is gentle and not forceful. However, in noticing Amber's quest for food, Poppy makes a sharp pecking gesture towards her, in which Amber backs away in response. A few minutes later, Etta leaves the trough and drinks some water, hoping then to return to resume her meal. No such luck. On approach, Poppy again gestures at Etta in a domineering and controlling manner. Etta backs away. Amber and Etta watch from behind as Poppy happily pecks away at the dinner provided for all three. It seems that the pecking order has been established; we have a dominant hen.
24 hours later and they are feeding at the trough. Poppy and Etta are contently pecking away, and on becoming aware of this, Amber tries to get in on the action herself. She is gentle and not forceful. However, in noticing Amber's quest for food, Poppy makes a sharp pecking gesture towards her, in which Amber backs away in response. A few minutes later, Etta leaves the trough and drinks some water, hoping then to return to resume her meal. No such luck. On approach, Poppy again gestures at Etta in a domineering and controlling manner. Etta backs away. Amber and Etta watch from behind as Poppy happily pecks away at the dinner provided for all three. It seems that the pecking order has been established; we have a dominant hen.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
When All Of the World Is Unaware (Salted Air)
From inside we’re all the same
Hunted down by the world’s bureaucracies
We’re lame,
Lame and maybe totally insane,
So i’m grateful for singing whilst this all goes on
Silent melodies ringing over greedy realities
Cups of tea to sink young one’s dreams
It’s never ok to walk away
When all of the world is flying before noon
And the midnight hour is haunted still
We will blissfully talk, yet be humbly unaware,
Of the dying truth behind salted air.
Hunted down by the world’s bureaucracies
We’re lame,
Lame and maybe totally insane,
So i’m grateful for singing whilst this all goes on
Silent melodies ringing over greedy realities
Cups of tea to sink young one’s dreams
It’s never ok to walk away
When all of the world is flying before noon
And the midnight hour is haunted still
We will blissfully talk, yet be humbly unaware,
Of the dying truth behind salted air.
To Ponder on the Existence of a Smile.
It rises and falls in much the same way. Sometimes instant, sometimes slow and quick to form. The smile doesn’t always align in symmetry; in fact the most natural can be somewhat lopsided. I haven’t looked in a mirror when I’ve smiled a natural smile – I’d become conscious of it, the shape would change. It’s a glimmer in the eye that makes a smile real. A twinkle, and the wrinkling of the lines by the eye. It’s the formation of a perfect story – a beginning, a middle and an end. The best smile winks at me in joy, a flash of the pearly whites, combined with a depth in the eye that tells me you’re pleased to be sharing that moment with me. A smile can make a friendship. A smile can secure someone’s love. But a fake smile, or a forced smile, can break all bonds and knock all walls.
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