Omar51
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Morning from California. 4.5 on Friday morning. TGIF, well I am retired so every day is Friday for me. Have a nice day everyone 

It sounds like you experienced similar issues to Earl Spencer at his school @Lamont D. It is so sad that teachers in the past behaved like that.During my first four years at this wonderful establishment, I was on the end of a cane, a metal ruler, a chalkboard eraser, a plimsole, a t square, chalk thrown at me, hair pulled, slapped around the head, elbowed, threatened and numerous detentions.
On my report, a snooty teacher of physics who clearly resented teaching someone from my background to be in his class. I will be glad to not be teaching this boy in my class next term/year. I got my O levels in chemistry and physics. Strange that?
But I was nowhere near the worst behaved.
I was actually awarded full school colours, mainly for sport but for my history paper I did. An A level in fifth year.
It all changed when in my fifth year, the school went comprehensive.
No more corporal punishment, no mortar board, no cloak, no snobs in charge. Quite a few of the elite kids left for other grammar schools that didn't come under local authorities.
I do hope that the tooth and claw marks were not too severe. A shame that Kiki didn't realise that the person was only trying to help her.She didn't enjoy or appreciate the process, but I am already seeing a reduction in scratching, so am assuming she is mire comfortable. Your sympathy should more properly be directed to the person with tooth and claw marks, who after all was only trying to help.
Mr K keeps raising the bar so high that the rest of us need to learn how to pole vault.5.6 this morning. Mr K is currently assembling 2 new chairs for the office. Luckily there is a video on how to assemble them.
He has been trying for ages to persuade me to get a new chair as my current chair is 26 years old and is showing its age.
When daughter was up for Easter she was shocked at how tatty my chair had become so I gave in and Mr K purchased two lovely high backed leather managers chairs for the office. They look so comfortable.
Today will back much more relaxing day than yesterday. Have already done some relaxing and reading.
Ouch, ooch, ouch, pass the Detol. Nice sketch - hope the scratches and puncture marks don’t prevent a bit of art each day.Fbg 6.5
I appear to have acquired yet another black cat in the night...
Black cat, Amy was in the bungalow being fed this morning. She still, after months and months will not allow me to touch her... She will not entertain the slow blink, but always gives me the death stare. But the last couple of months she has not showed any animosity towards me, so I took a chance yesterday morning and reached my hand towards her... big mistake... I now have bruises and puncture marks on my hand (she has the Midnight clout)... yet she will approach me and even rub her head against my hand, but I am not allowed to make any movement towards her. I think she must've had some trauma in the past. I must warn my daughter when she comes not to approach her....
I went out this morning to feed black and white cat, Jade. But she was not on the swing. In her place was a young black cat. How did Amy get to the swing so quickly? So I went back into bungalow and there is Amy feeding. Back to the swing and there's this black cat still sitting there on Jade's fur blanket. The black cat shot off as soon as I went out there.... but came back immediately as soon as I put Jade's food down for her, and had come in...
My swing appears to be a sanctuary for stray or lost cats. The badger wants that sanctuary as well....
Wildlife nighttime video
Cat Jade got a surprise from Badger but cat Jade got back on the swing - Badger covets the cloths Cat sits on!
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Creative is another one line drawing from my car outside the shops...
Have the best day you can.
Time for a cuppa
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Thank you @gennepherLove these colours @dunelm and the whole atmosphere...
The cogs of beauracracy. I blame the French for letting government officials sit at desks. Sigh and smile. Or better still, dig out the bag of old Germanic and Scandinavian words.Wonderful! The company which seems to have a Scottish Government contract to organise the grants towards the new heating system has just phoned to say they need proof of identity AND they need to see the house deeds (which I have stashed away in the big clear-up and I'll have to find them now - such as they are for this is a croft and the ownership is different to either feu or freehold. Why on earth have they left it this far into the process before needing to know who owns the property? Seems a tad incompetent to me. Better go and look for the "deeds". NO. Breakfast first, then look for them.
Thank you @ianpspurs. There are some things in life best avoided. Such as the sentence, “Happy Birthday, can you make a celebration tea for 11 people”.Morning all on an April showers day here in the Exotic (steady autocorrerct) East. Start of the county championship cricket season and super salmon salad day. The more serious local cricket leagues start around JKP's birthday - 20th - which could cause some issues back in the day. Old romantic that I am I never asked her to make teas on her birthday (I never quite had the courage). Some early games had to be shortened due to the cold. I remember one where I wore a thermal vest, white rugby shirt and four sweaters. Hot drinks were brought out a few times and blue hands were badly bruised. @gennepher and @dunelm thank you both for sharing your art and @gennepher hug for the injuries. @Annb hug for the stress, let's hope all goes well from now on and the stress is worth it. @jjraak there is no such thing as perfect adherence to Elsie’s peculiar ways and you have shared your slip. My Easter treats have been a small piece of roast potato, 15 gms of Hot cross Bunattone, a 9 gms celebration chocolate and 100 gms of baked beans but on separate days. Go well today folks.
Excellent readings. You could go all French if a public holiday falls on Tuesday or Thursday and font le pont, for the Monday or Friday which means that you can have several four-day weekends throughout the year. What a treat.Morning from California. 4.5 on Friday morning. TGIF, well I am retired so every day is Friday for me. Have a nice day everyone![]()
Thank you IanMorning all on an April showers day here in the Exotic (steady autocorrerct) East. Start of the county championship cricket season and super salmon salad day. The more serious local cricket leagues start around JKP's birthday - 20th - which could cause some issues back in the day. Old romantic that I am I never asked her to make teas on her birthday (I never quite had the courage). Some early games had to be shortened due to the cold. I remember one where I wore a thermal vest, white rugby shirt and four sweaters. Hot drinks were brought out a few times and blue hands were badly bruised. @gennepher and @dunelm thank you both for sharing your art and @gennepher hug for the injuries. @Annb hug for the stress, let's hope all goes well from now on and the stress is worth it. @jjraak there is no such thing as perfect adherence to Elsie’s peculiar ways and you have shared your slip. My Easter treats have been a small piece of roast potato, 15 gms of Hot cross Bunattone, a 9 gms celebration chocolate and 100 gms of baked beans but on separate days. Go well today folks.
Do be careful with the pole vaulting @ianpspursMr K keeps raising the bar so high that the rest of us need to learn how to pole vault.
Thank you @dunelmOuch, ooch, ouch, pass the Detol. Nice sketch - hope the scratches and puncture marks don’t prevent a bit of art each day.
Well I hope that the documents that you have will satisfy. Mrs Miggins has a lump of land north of Aberdeen and a fancy bit of paper with big words on it about schedules, setting out paths and other bewildering strangeness. Documents and notes - we cleared out loads when we moved here a couple of years ago. I did keep a foolscap hard note book that I had to make precise notes and drawings in during my apprenticeship called ‘Valve Theory and Semiconductors’ - no practical use whatsoever nowadays. Also a book called ‘Vision: A Computational Investigation Into the Human Representation and Processing of Visual Information’, by David Marr from my PhD studies in vision psychology. The rest - shredded and burned as was all accounts from my business (one each year until the 5 years passed for each). Such a load - unlike my father who still has shed loads of old books, newspapers, reel to reel and cassette tapes, VHS tapes etc., going back to the days when coca-cola still had the drug in it.Well, I've found as much as I think I have that proves I own the house and croft, but there are no actual title deeds because what I own are the rights to make "improvements" to the croft of which I am a tenant, ie the house and the old house, now demolished. Someone once said "a croft is a piece of land surrounded by regulations" and that is absolutely correct. I must ask the solicitor who dealt with the transfer of the tenancy all those years ago, if there were ever any "title deeds" of any sort, and if they still have them, because I don't. Surely this government appointed body knows about the regulations regarding crofts and will have taken them into account.
It is possible to decroft the house and garden but it costs a fair bit to do and we would possibly not be able to decroft the whole garden. Then we would be able to actually own the land the house is on, and presumably register it with the Register of Sasines as owned by me. I don't have the several thousands it would cost to do that though.
Inheritance of a croft is fairly straightforward so, as long as it remains a croft/house Neil will automatically inherit from me and it will then be registered in his name but, unless he can raise the money to decroft it, it will never really be his any more than it will ever really be mine.
Looking at all the box files I've dragged out (had to because the shelves I had them on were falling away from the wall as Neil noticed - another urgent job for Neil), I'm wondering why I have bank statements and credit card bills back to the 60's. Do they really need to be kept? And that big box of cheques along with the box of cheque stubbs, again back to the 60's. Is there something about keeping such things for 6 years? And then, do I need to keep the records of the catering businesses I ran in the 90's (a building sit canteen and a baking business for the local arts centre)? How long do I need to keep them for? Can't I just destroy them all? It would certainly free up some shelf space and save the shelves falling off the wall because of the weight. I'm definitely destroying all my study notes from the OU, as well as all the study packs I put together for my students over the years. I'll never look at them again, so why keep them? Alistair has already dumped all his BSc notes which were in the loft and a pile of old school notebooks but has kept back his huge collection of National Geographics for taking to a charity shop. He would like to keep some of them for Em but just doesn't have the space any more than we do. Foolish to have held onto them for so long.
Of course, you are quite right, for example, Neil survived his first few months despite me having to give him raw cow's milk (on advice from a doctor because he already had an allergy to penicillin which, then, was found in much pasteurised milk). Now we know that it was also lactose he couldn't cope with but nobody seemed to be aware of that possibility (no other milks available then). In the past he would probably have died because I couldn't feed him. I also wonder if some of the present-day problems are caused by our modern way of living and eating - pollution, processed foods, food not always as fresh as straight out of the garden or field. Despite not tolerating the milk very well, Neil did thrive, so he must have gained some benefit from the milk and then the solid food he went on to before the recommended time. Alistair was completely different - he could take anything but maybe that also was setting the stage for his IBS. I don't think our modern way of living causes these allergies and intolerances but I do think it exacerbates them.Copied and pasted from Annb
"Odd, though, that these intolerances don't seem to have shown themselves very much in the past. They were there, clearly, but not to the same extent and not understood and either ignored or misdiagnosed"
My belief is that these conditions did exist years ago. But medical science has moved on so that people with genetic diseases or intolerance live longer and sometimes have children of their own. Thus increasing the risk for further generations.
For example: Cystic Fybrosis: childrens life expectancy was up to ten years. Now( quick google) likely to be up to 50 years.
Nowadays Failure to Thrive refers to a child who is not gaining weight at the expected rate.
It used to be a recognised cause of infant death. The implication being the mother cared for the child properly, but it died anyway.
Am quite sure that without my doctor prescribing soya milk for my second son he night have been one of those babies.
Before that he was vomiting up most of every feed....
When 'Ripping Yarns' was first shown on the box.It sounds like you experienced similar issues to Earl Spencer at his school @Lamont D. It is so sad that teachers in the past behaved like that.