Here we go -embracing the grey.

During the first Lockdown, just like most of the women in the country, I bemoaned the closing of the hair salons, wondered when it would be safe enough for them to reopen and thought about how I could hide the steadily emerging line of white/silver that denoted my natural hair line. I liberally coated my emerging greys with touch up powder or spray…..and then spent my days, disliking the sticky texture and itchy sensation, these products created.

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Just Giving for World Endometriosis Research Foundation (WERF)

A brave young lady I know is planning a two pronged charity event featuring having her very long and luxurious hair cut off which she is then donating Little Princess Trust to be made into beautiful wigs for sick little girls, an event for which she is asking for sponsorship to raise money on behalf of World Endometriosis Research Foundation (WERF). If you wish to support her efforts and would like to sponsor her, clicking the WERF link above will take you to her Just Giving page.

Thank you.

Top of the Class Airfix/Hornby

A42509 Airfix Engineer – Combustion Engine model

More and more these days it seems to me that good Customer Service has become a thing of the past, consigned to the realms of  myths and legend, a nostalgic memory for those of us who remember when high streets were buzzing with small family run, old world shops, the terms ‘supermarket’ and ‘call centre’  hadn’t been invented yet and people actually spoke to each other, wrote letters by hand and were more likely to pop to the shops on a push bike than in a car.

It’s cheating!

Whether you are a member of the stay camp, leave camp or ‘haven’t made my mind up’ camp, the decision, by David Cameron, to spend £9 millions of taxpayers money on leaflets, to try and persuade voters to choose to remain in the EU, come referendum day, is nothing short, in my opinion, of cheating. It is an abuse of power and shows a complete lack of respect for democracy and equality and it’s a particularly bitter pill to swallow when you consider the budget cuts that have been imposed on public services across the board in recent years.

Mr Cameron should be ashamed of these underhand tactics.

Each side in the referendum debate was allocated £7 millions to fund their campaign, access to which I believe begins next week but I suppose it will be too much to hope that the electoral commission will find that this blatantly unethical approach to the referendum campaign, is no better than cheating and will allocate a further £2 millions to Brexit and confiscate the £7 million Remain were officially allowed to spend.

In the mean time I am watching with interest as the petition to stop Cameron spending additional taxpayers money continues to gather support, currently standing in excess of 148k which should mean that a debate be held, although this isn’t guaranteed and isn’t, I suspect, going to happen any time soon.

I’m not one for voicing my political beliefs on this blog but this time I felt that my dismay and disgust at such underhand and unethical methods, to try and swing the vote one way or the other couldn’t be ignored ………  I can’t abide cheating!!!

Happy New Year

Just a very quick post to wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous 2015. Many thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read and/or have commented on my posts throughout the last year (and a special mention for Gail aka Jennie Orbell who for some reason or other can’t post comments on my blog and so takes the time to email me instead 🙂 ).

I would also like to thank those of you who have offered words of support and encouragement throughout the year – these have been greatly appreciated.

Take care and happy blogging.

With love,

thelandroverownerswife

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s flapjack and it’s banned!

It is fair to say that over recent years, many of the decisions made in the name of Health and Safety have, for many of us ordinary mortals, been frankly mystifying and hard to fathom. Looking at all the rules and regulations now in force, one has to say that it is nothing short of a miracle that so many of us made it to maturity.

I remember Autumn days in the playground with hoards of eager children, clutching conkers threaded on to old and fraying laces, waiting their turn to battle it out with the current champion to earn the title of Conker Champion of the school, spectators ducking to avoid bits of and sometimes whole conkers, complete with part of a lace which has finally snapped, flying through the air at break neck speeds.

When I was a lass ………….

As a child, snow of any description was met with joy and excitement and deep snow promised a whole world of opportunities from snowmen to snowballs and a host of things in between.

Deep snow 0n a school day was fantastic because this heralded the snowball fight of snowball fights each and every break time and at the start and finish of school as every pupil (and some parents) joined in, watched by ranks of snowmen, each adorned with the hats and scarves, originally intended for the architects of each individual snowman.

Banks, Bankers and the National Debt

I don’t claim to be a financial wizard and accountancy is a foreign language to me: I can more or less make our household accounts balance. On the other hand I’m not a complete numpty either and I can usually, just about understand the fiscal state of the country but I have to admit that right now I’m more than a little confused.

All this talk about cutting public spending and reforming the welfare state, tightening our belts and the like for several years to come, just doesn’t make sense.