Thursday, 30 June 2016

Jobs for the kids

It's been one of my paradoxical parenting dilemmas. Allowing my kids to have a childhood where they don't have to grow up too soon in age when they're inevitably exposed to all sorts of ideas, issues and imagery, whilst trying to nurture competent human beings who will be able to look after themselves and find their way in the big wide world.

At their age, I'd already started my first part-time job: serving and clearing up afternoon tea, and laundry wrangling, in an old people's home. At the time it was all about the cash, and I certainly appreciated the value of money more when I'd earned it through my own hard work, but the benefits were wider than that: learning to get along with all sorts of people, time-keeping, responsibility. The sort of thing you roll your eyes at when you're a teenager, but which sound very appealing as qualities you'd want in your children.

These days it seems to harder to come by a small part-time job in your mid-teens. Perhaps it's all the elfin safety and safeguarding that never existed back in the 80s.  So it was a cause for celebration when the 15 year old finally bagged herself a babysitting gig, with others lined up. We took the precaution of re-reading Shirley Hughes' An Evening at Alfie's, in which the capable Maureen MacNally is faced with a burst pipe whilst babysitting Alfie and Annie Rose. Fortunately there were no such mishaps and daughter came back having grown a little in confidence, and happy to be £12 the richer.


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Maureen MacNally mopping up...

Anyone with older kids, I'd love to hear how easy or hard they found it to get work and what sorts of jobs are out there. What does the teenage job career ladder look like? Is it all about the globalised market of the multinational chains these days, or are there alternatives?

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Poppy Love

Recently I've been noticing flower beds and road verges full of poppies on my travels locally. Maybe they're there annually but somehow they have seemed especially splendid this year. 

Perhaps I'm just getting better at waking up and smelling the roses poppies - an art that has been severely tested over the last few days, when there has been so much to ruminate upon.

I have a recollection that poppy seeds were given out to schools and community groups in 2014 as part of the commemorations of the centenary of the outbreak of WW1, maybe some of the poppy beds are the legacy of those seeds? 

Or maybe they could be part of ongoing commemorations; centenary events begin on Friday to remember the one million soldiers who lost their lives during the Battle of the Somme, which lasted from July to November in 1916. A battle which typifies our perceptions of WW1 - helpless soldiers and blundering generals. It's a stark reminder of the futility of warring with your neighbours...






Thursday, 16 June 2016

Back in the saddle...

It's always the season for cycling, but especially now during the UK's summer. And it's always the season for blogging, but for me, especially now when things are less busy.

So what's new? The wheels are still turning. Part of our busy-ness has been a new twist in the quest to find a permanent home for Corsham's Community Bike Project, Spindles and Sprockets. It found one, at last! (Read the sorry tale of Spindles' earlier plight, here). Smack, bang in middle of the High Street.


A proper shop. So, one of us has been busy working there part-time alongside his other job - the project has had to morph into a slightly more commercial venture in order to meet the costs of leasing a property.

Today's frugal top tip? Get on yer bike for a cheap journey, cheap exericise and cheap fun. And if your steed is rusty and you need some help to get pedalling again, take yourself and your wheels down to your local friendly bike repairer who'll sort it out for you...

Check out this blog's earlier no-lycra everyday cycling guide here!

And Spindles here!

Sunday, 17 January 2016

The icing on the cake?

They got rather excited when they saw me mixing up a big bowl of icing last week. We didn't have a Christmas cake last year - had I made a belated one in January after all? Complete with royal icing? They asked hopefully.

No it's something far more useful than that. With an under sink cupboard that's bursting with eco cleaning product ingredients following my over calculations for a WI workshop back in 2013, I'm using up some bicarb in a home-made cream cleaner. The recipe comes from Jo in Tasmania, at her All the Blue Day blog - she's got a special tab on her blog right here with information on planet-friendly cleaning products. (Jo's a thoughtful blogger and true wordsmith - quality writing, always, as well as quality cleaner recipes).


Jo's cream cleaner recipe
1 cup bicarb
1 tablespoon cream of tartar
10 mls castile soap
40-50ml water
10 drops clove oil

When did I ever follow a recipe properly though? I don't have any cream of tartar, so I didn't bother with that. Nor the castile soap, which I replaced with Ecover washing up liquid. Clove oil, surprisingly, I did have, and that gives the product a hygienic and Christmassy smell. Although it's in the recipe for its mould inhibiting properties, I'm sure you could replace it with another essential oil, or even leave it out altogether.

And the icing on the cake? When brushed into a  grubby school shirt collar, the cream cleaner works its magic as much as on bathrooms and kitchens. 


That's the 'after'. You'll have to imagine the 'before' - not difficult to do:
12 year old boy + white shirt = grubby collars.

Thank you Jo!

Monday, 11 January 2016

Let's hear it for regional museums

One of my favourite museums is the Oxford University Museum of Natural History. I've been there a few times now and it never bores or disappoints. For all sorts of reasons:

Image courtesy of Jorge Royan - Wikimedia Commons
  • Unlike the Natural History Museum in London, you don't have to queue for ages to get in, nor fight the crowds once you're in there.
  • The Victorian neo-Gothic architecture is amazing - it's light, airy and immediately uplifting. 
  • You can call me an old fart, but I like the fact that the artefacts are left to speak for themselves without too much fancy schmancy interactive kit getting in the way. Even Son, who loves anything techy, spent hours poring over cabinets of insects. 
  • Although it's not as big as the NHM in London, there's plenty of geological and zoological stuff to see. On our recent visit, admiring the birds, the bugs and a geology exhibition in the upstairs gallery occupied our whole time.
  • The collections are excellent, as you'd expect - it being Oxford and all. Grandad says the bird collection is better than London's. (Naturally in this day and age, we don't approve of killing animals for collections, but most of the exhibits we saw looked genuinely historical).
  • We especially enjoyed the current special exhibition about William Smith, the father of modern geology. The geological maps he produced of the UK are fascinating, as is his story (he started life as a humble surveyor and worked his way up). We were surprised by the fact that although he was successful in his field he ended up spending time in a debtor's prison due to his lack of business acumen. ("This would make a great book!" we exclaimed, little realising that there already is one.)
And all this for free. (Although donations were made, of course). Aren't we lucky?

As if that's not enough, the Pitt Rivers Museum, which houses the University's archeological and ethnographic collections, lies directly behind the Oxford Natural History Museum. Trouble is, it's hard not to get sidetracked by the Natural History Museum on your way there. One day I'm going to 'do' the Pitt Rivers Museum in its own right. 

Have you got a favourite local museum I should check out one day?

Saturday, 9 January 2016

A Simple Living challenge is for life, not just for 21 days...

A year ago, exactly a whole year ago in fact, I joined in with Kindspring's Simple Living Challenge. Like many of Kindspring's challenges, it was a 21 day thing. (Go check them out here if you like a challenge with heart). Although I found it difficult to cram in the challenges to the three weeks, I never quite intended to be still completing the challenge and blogging about it one year after the event. But why not? Simple living should be for life after all, not just for 21 days.

The story so far? Well, Days 1 - 7 featured challenges such as mindful eating, unplugging, decluttering, emptying your email inbox, spending some time in silence, doing something you'd been putting off, and reflecting on the meaning in your life. Weighty matters, so you can see why it was difficult to complete a challenge per day...

I juddered to a real halt when it came to Day 8 - the challenge was to 'Do It Yourself!', reflecting on the hidden costs of convenience and making something you need with your own hands. "Maybe you'll learn how to sew curtains, or make your own chocolate. Maybe you'll build a bird feeder or make a birthday card for a friend", Kindspring kindly suggested. They even helpfully provided a link to a website called Instructables, which tells you how to make just about anything. I have made curtains, chocolate and cards in my time, but last year, the months rolled by and, if you exclude cooking, I didn't actually conjure up anything from scratch. Perhaps Kindspring is right - I have become distanced from my 'inherent creative skills'.  Oh dear. I seem to do much making do and mending, and using up and doing without, but not much creating of 'things'.

Daughter came to the rescue though. She has been desperate to use the sewing machine and when she found some festive fabric in the box of Christmas decorations, she asked if she could make some Christmas bunting. Of course! She did it mostly herself but I helped. So I think this counts towards the DIY challenge. I mean, everyone needs a string of Christmas bunting at some point in their lives, don't they?




Monday, 4 January 2016

Happy New Year!

2015 was not my best blogging year. These last few months I did type an awful lot of words - but on other things. Essays - the university studying sort where you have to read and think - and work stuff, mainly. So unless I wanted to spend all of my time sat at a computer (which I didn't), blogging sort of fell by the wayside.

But I do still enjoy writing, especially the sort that doesn't have to be academically referenced, and I do still try to live a little bit more sustainably, and I do try hard to keep things simple, even when they're really rather complicated with work and family and studying, and what not. And being a student again means I definitely have to be frugal. So all is not lost. And of course my favourite thing of all is to try and minimise food waste and to eat leftovers. Especially Christmas leftovers. And take bad photographs of said leftovers. 

Can you guess what they are?


The thing about blogging is that it does make you think about all that stuff more and keeps you accountable, and then there are all the others out there who are thinking about that stuff and blogging and commenting about it, and eating leftovers. It's heartwarming. 

So whilst I can't resolve to be a more frequent blogger in 2016, I can resolve to dip in and out still. And eat leftovers.