Snow Business

Seeing all the snow that’s fallen, and the inevitable panic that always comes with the unprepared, had me remin reminis remembering what it was like in days gone by.

This picture was taken in the Winter of ’63 when I was about 18 months old. I remember being so excited that I dashed outside without getting properly dressed, yes I am wearing a jumper, but no underwear and only my bootee slippers on my feet, but we were hardy and impervious to cold back in the day!

The next snow event I remember was when I was a teenager, we lived in a small village at the time about 5 miles from school and had to rely on buses to ferry us back and forth. When it snowed, the village was cut off and we were reet excited about not going to school…but the authorities had other ideas. We had a small hike to the main road where, surprise, surprise, the school buses were waiting. Damn. We drove through snow drifts almost as high as the bus, the country did not grind to halt like it does today. Life carried on pretty much as normal.

That was pretty much a localised snow event, the next one was not, it was the Winter of 1978-79. I was working in a department store at the time, and through the day the weather got worse…and worse…but it was an old-fashioned store who believed in being there just in a case a customer wandered in. By mid-afternoon it was quite clear that anyone with an ounce of sense had gone home, in the store however, we were all standing there looking at each other in an increasing sense of panic.

When they finally let us go, all the buses had stopped, so I had no option but to walk the 1.5 miles or so, home…in high heels…and about 6″ of snow…moderately uphill. I’ve no idea how long it took, seemed like forever, I was sobbing with the pain of the cold and the struggle to walk. At the half way point, my heel gave out, and I had to half limp, half drag myself the rest of the way home. I was so traumatised I have no recollection of whether I went to work the next day, but knowing me, I probably did!

I’ve been through many other snow events since, but thankfully I’ve been able to stay inside, which is what I’m doing now…and starving to death* in the process because Sainsburys cancelled my grocery delivery this morning!

*author’s artistic licence


Banana & Date Flapjacks

It’s been years since I’ve baked flapjacks, I couldn’t justify pigging out on all that sugar, so I’ve been trying to find a healthier recipe, and finally I have, thanks to Messrs Sainsburys.

It may not be one of the most artistic photos, but I haven’t got time to set the shot up because I’m too busy nomming them…and yes, I am sharing them with Chris because he too donned his pinny and helped by chopping the dates and bananas. I’ve trained him well!!

Banana & Date Flapjacks

250g rolled oats
125g medjool dates, pitted
2 ripe bananas
3 tbsp date nectar
100g melted butter
¼ tsp ground cinnamon
1 tbsp clear honey, to glaze

1. Preheat the oven to 180°C/fan 160°C/gas mark 4. Grease and line a 20×20 cm baking tin with greaseproof paper.

2. Place the oats in a large bowl, then roughly chop the dates. Roughly chop one of the bananas. Add the dates and bananas to the oats with the date nectar, melted butter and cinnamon and mix until it just comes together. Press into the lined baking tin and smooth the surface. Slice the remaining banana into ½cm thick slices and arrange 16 slices over the surface. Bake for 35-40 minutes, until golden all over. Leave to cool, then brush with the honey.

We used Whitworths dates instead of the posh ones, just as nice in our opinion, and for the date nectar we used Clarks Date Syrup, which Sainsburys suggest in their shopping list.

Enjoy 🙂

When the Internet went boing

After I’d written the Happy Anniversary post, I had an overwhelming bout of nostalgia. As I mentioned in the post, I’ve been on the Internet since the 90’s, the 1990’s not the 1890’s, there was no internet back then, unless you believe in Steampunk!

The only method of connecting was by a modem, it was known as Dial-up Internet Access.
There were quite a few ISP‘s to choose from, most of them only allowed you to connect for an hour, then you had to redial. And for those of you too young to know what it sounded like, here’s a clip I found earlier…

It wasn’t very fast either, my first modem was 9600 baud, 9.6 kbit/s, painfully slow, but we didn’t know any different at the time, eventually I ended up with a 56k, 56.0/48.0 kbit/s. I think my inner geek is unleashing!

The ISP I used at the time gave you a certain amount of webspace for your own webpages, so I started to design websites for businesses. This was before any WYSIWYG software was available, I wrote every page out in code, initially with tables until CSS became more widely available.

I found writing the code quite easy, it was persuading businesses that they needed a web presence that was the tough part, most were quite dismissive. I don’t like hard selling, so I’d try gentle friendly persuasion, and I did it for as low a price as I could, bearing in mind they already had webspace, it just needed decorating!

After spending some considerable time with one client explaining why he needed a web site to enable his business to be virtually available 24/7, allowing people to contact him even when his ‘bricks and mortar’ business wasn’t open, he took a deep breath before asking me “What happens when I turn my computer off, will the web site disappear?” I smiled as sweetly as possible, while stifling my laughter, and calmly reassured him that I would personally make sure his website didn’t disappear.

Well I think it’s time to put my inner geek back in its box and get back to crafting, I’m always designing something, can’t seem to help myself!

Happy Anniversary

Wow, I had no idea it was 9 years ago I registered with WP, prior to that we rented our own server and ran our own WP, until damn hackers made mincemeat of it, grrrr…

…In fact I’ve been on the interwebs since the 1990’s, when you could run out of things to look at after a few clicks, and no commercial ads, real links to real pages, sigh, those were the days!