Good afternoon Bloggets. I’m sitting in my living room with
the window opens it’s so warm. February and 12 degrees but it’s so sunny so
under the sun, the heat is so much warmer.
I have had to say goodbye to my three vases of daffodils
that my Son bought me for my birthday but still have my beautiful roses from my
brother.
My kitchen has amazing aromas coming from it as Hub is
preparing us a stew. I got all the ingredients out for him earlier. Onions,
garlic, mixed fresh herbs, mushrooms, lentils, carrots, potatoes and celery! Stock
cubes and seasoning is all he needs to get. Did you know that 12,000 years ago,
peas, lentils and barley grew naturally?
They grew in the middle east. We are making home made bread too later
on. Did you wonder why a baker’s dozen comes to 13 rather than 12? Well years ago,
bakers could be severely punished if they cheated their customers and way back
in medieval England didn’t have accurate scales and dough can rise all
different sizes, so the bakers would throw in an extra bread roll to keep
customers happy and of course to stop the chances of the poor bakers getting
flogged!
My boy is working overtime again all day, but tomorrow is
his one day off after working for seven. He has worked overtime every day and
today should have been his day off, as weekends he doesn’t have to work, but he
has chosen to do so. He’s doing really well at work and has been asked to work
with the managers the past week. I’m so very proud of him. I just need him to
enjoy life a little more and not work as hard.
Our dogs have been on a free run today. They are exhausted
now. sleeping on their bed. I say bed, as they sleep together no matter if two
beds are available. After they have rested, I shall groom them then clean the
floors but first must wait until Hub is finished being a domestic God in our
kitchen. Then I can do all the floors. I groom the dogs outside and leave the
fur to my Husbands disgust, floating in the garden, for the birds to make their
nests. My Husband thinks I should put it in the bin, but why when they can make
use of it? I know they do too. I have seen their little birdie signs
advertising (A goodnights sleep, come to Fifi’s garden)
Now then sit back and
let’s chat about what I have been reading about today. Have you ever wondered
why our fingers go all wrinkly when we are in the water, such as swimming? Well
since the 1930’s apparently scientists have known the answer and it’s caused
with blood vessels below the skin that constrict which seems to have the evolutionary
advantage of us being able to pick up wet objects more easily. In 2013,
scientists did a study where they found people with wrinkled fingers as in after
being in water, found it much easier to pick up wet objects opposed to picking
up dry items. People with smooth fingers couldn’t pick up the wet objects so easily
or as fast as those with wet fingers.
Cats jump into boxes because it makes them feel safe, there’s
no surprise there, but I was reading today that big cats such as tigers also
like to clime into a box if there is one in their sanctuary big enough.
Pink for girls and blue for boys? Well only
100 years ago it was popular for boys to wear pink and girls to wear blue. It was
said that pink made boys look stronger and blues were subtler to make girls
look pretty.
Did you ever wonder why we say hello when we pick up the
phone? Well years ago, our phones were left open all the time and businesses
would pick up the phone and so that others would know someone wanted to talk,
it was suggested by Thomas Edison, that people said hello!!!
Can you remember party lines, are you old enough? Oh, as a
tiny child I loved them I remember sitting at my Mums phone table as everyone
had in those days, they were a small table normally in the hall of our houses
with a small chair near or even sometimes attached to the table. Why they were
so small, I’m not sure, or was that just ours, may be yours was a tall table? I
remember sitting sneaking in there when my Mum was busy, as whenever she caught
me she would tell me off before closing
the phone, and then feel the Urg to have to go that extra step further and take
the phone from me and have to go through the totally unnecessary humiliation of
having to explain to whoever was on the other end of the phone, that her
naughty little four year old had been listening in to their conversation. Hahahaha.
I mean, if she had said nothing, took the phone from me put it on the slot and
then told me off, but oh, no, my Mum was so honest and wouldn’t have been able
to live with herself in her moralistic world if she had done that. Oh, but I used
to love it. One day I heard a huge argument between two of my neighbours and as
a four year old, I was more like a mind
of eight years as I was far too old for
my time on earth, so understood everything. Gosh, I’m not totally ancient so
when we think back on how we have come along since, but sadly now we are
reverting back to the listening days with our home tech such as Alexa and so
on. I mean, you say her name to get her to talk to you but she has to be
listening all the time to be able to know when you are saying her name? and, last
night she started to tell us about some artist and then played their music and
we weren’t even talking, spooky.
Our credit cards tell where we have spent and how much and
our sat navs in our cars tell where we have been or where we are going, right? Our
mobile phones can also trace where we are and what we are looking at.
So, when we used to talk about big brother in the 70’s and
80’s, well perhaps it was because our powers, were green eyed as they hadn’t
learned by that point just how to do this and get away with it, but we just
except it now that we are watched by CCTV camera’s and every bit of plastic we
share!!!
And on that note, haha. My Husband is making me a cup of
coffee as his masterpiece in the kitchen has come to an ending. It’s just ready
for us to eat now, so I shall take a coffee with him and whilst he listens to his
sport on the radio, I shall then do some housework, including our dogs grooming
so until later, have a lovely day.
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