Share Your World – June 6, 2017

What’s your strongest sense?

Oh, well, yes, not as good as they were. I wear glasses, have MS so brain messages do not always arrive where they should in the limbs and that would eliminate touch to a certain extent but I can still use the keyboard on my computer, and manage quite well with the iPad. My hearing is OK, but when you are a golden oldie you have learned to hear what you want to hear. I am quite good at concentrating on what I want to do, and that means certain noises can be eliminated. Taste is OK, and so is smell. However, I do not classify any sense being stronger than others. Oh wait, talking is my best sense, but it does not seem to be included in the list.

Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey)

I was the third tallest in the class, so dwarf I could never be – I looked down at most people from my height and have maintained my 1 meter 75 cms to this day, although they do say you shrink as you grow older. From the dwarf choice of characteristics I asked Mr. Swiss. He settled for happy, although these days I do tend to sleep more than I used to.

If you could be one age for the rest of your life, what age would that be?

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The last three ages of man – won’t bother with the other four. I am probably the one in the middle.

“for the rest of my life”? That is a double edged wish for me. I would love to have my body functions from 40 years ago when I could get out of bed in the morning without having to think about how to do it. On the other hand I would loved to have known what I know now 40 years ago.  Permanently 30 years old, no thanks. I would not be able to get half price on the local train.

List of Jobs You Think You Might Enjoy: Even if you aren’t thinking about a career change, it can be fun to think of other jobs you might enjoy.

I quite enjoy the job I have now, called retired. I can do what I want to, and even get paid for it. Just a few inconveniences like doctor visits in between. Of course I was never honoured with a Pulitzer prize for my photography, or a Nobel prize for my writing, but it is never too late. Seriously, I would love to write a best selling novel. Of course to be actually paid for taking photos would be a dream come true.

What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I was grateful for it being a week with smooth runnings: no problems, the builders have now stopped using noisy machines. I never realised the constant background drilling could be such a burden.

Have no plans for this week and hope that life continues as usual with no unpleasant surprises.

Share Your World – June 6, 2017

Daily Prompt: A life in uniform

Uniform? Oh yes, I had one and even looked forward to the day when I was the personification of the Pink Floyd song “The Wall”. I do not usually plaster my blogs with videos, but sometimes it is necessary. I particularly like this video bcause it is the personification of school days in London. I remember the making of the video, where Pink Floyd selected a class in a London school. They were not very happy, as Pink Floyd did not pay them and royalties for the video appearance. Pink Floyd The Wall – Royalties

Being of the older generation, almost dinosaur, we still had the 11+ examination to take to see where our future would take us. We all sat in the classroom answering our papers at the age of 11. Some of us made it to the solid wall, all the bricks looking alike, and the others – well they had to make the most of a crumbling wall.

I was one of the lucky ones, I got to the solid brick wall. There were many of us, because we were the baby boom years, born in 1946. Now that was exciting, we were all fitted with our uniforms. It was one of the reasons why today I rarely wear green, if at all. After being encased in clothes in that colour for 6 years, it tends to leave an anti-green mark on your character.

Mum was pleased that I got into the grammar school. Reflecting on it all I now see the other side of the promotion. She had to find the money to buy a complete uniform, because our family never had money. The pilosophy was a meal on the table had priority, everything else came second. Unfortunately mum could not cook, but that was only a detail.

So we made off to Holborn, London, where there was a shop called “Gamages”. It was a department store, a known place, where it was fun to go for a shopping trip. I remember the store well, because they had a pet department with real live animals, not just cats and dogs, but rodents as well.

And now we arrived in the uniform department. Of course I met a couple of school colleagues there also being clothed for the future years in our school. There was not a selection to wear, it was uniform, so we all got the same. A silly cream coloured blouse with square neck and a one piece green fabric pinafore dress to cover the blouse, although this was only for the first year. In the second year you progressed to a real skirt, cream coloured shirt and yes, a tie. The tie was in green-red stripes. Your now resembled a lettuce and tomato salad in mayyonaise. This was unform pure and let us not forget the green nickers. Yes, even our underwear was prescribed to be green. We had special shorts, in green of course, for the gymnastics and games. We had green raincoats and naturally for the head, a green beret. Mum was relieved when we managed to get everything. How she paid for it I do not know, but I suspect there was some sort of weekly scheme where you could pay regularly every week until the price was covered. It was so long ago.

And then summer arrived. It was time for the green or red gingham cotton dresses, so another journey to Gamages for the equipment.

Today Gamages in Holborn no longer exists, it has completely disappeared, as many buildings from my youth. Our school no longer exists. It was situated in Spitalfields fruit and vegetable market, an area which has now been redeveloped, being partly in the City of London. The ground was too expensive for a school. The school amalgamated with another (after my time) and Spitalfields has now become an area for a modern mall and office blocks. The hall still exists, but is now a French restaurant. I have one photo of our class in our summer unform taken on the school payround, the school building being in the background.  It was probably taken around 1960 and yes I am the one with the “X”.

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Daily Prompt: A Life in Uniform

Good Morning

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The deluge day and night have at last passed by. This photo is from the day before yesterday. I took it with my camera and not phone, so had to upload it before posting it. I took a few, but this one shows the impact of rain when it falls in torrents. Just to mention I did get quite wet from the splashes. The iron bar in the middle of the photo is part of our scaffolding. At the moment all photos from home have bits and pieces of building construction. I will probably miss this Christo lookalike art style when the builders eventually move on to annoy someone else. It was also a test to see what happens to a building when it has been stripped of all insulation and just the bare bricks are left. Luckily the water stayed outside and there were no suspicious damp patches anywhere.

Our weather prophets were talking about a cold period for days before it happened, but I was still wearing shorts and a summer top. This was until yesterday. I pulled out the long home trousers and the short sleeved t-shirts again. Today the colder weather is still with us with grey skies, but no more rain. At the moment I have a slight touch of cabin fever, as the only excurions I make are to the front garden and back garden. I decided today I will make an effort to see the world again, at least a walk with the camera somewhere. It is still a day of holiday, with the shops all closed, being Whit Monday.

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This is the river that began to form in front of my window where the tiles had been removed for the workers. Note the iron support of the scaffolding – I tell you, it is everywhere. It looked quite threatening at the time, but the water eventually disappeared, although we are not sure where. Perhaps an underground lake is building, to appear one day. Sorry for the poor quality of the photo, but I was inside and the rain was running down the window. I now have almost 500 photos of the bulding project on my building. One day I might get them published in a book – The Summer That Never Was.

Front Garden

At least my front garden seems to be thriving in the rain. The green garden rubbish container now has a new place, as the scaffolding was in the way, but at least it is green. I was surprised to see my potted plants were thriving on this side of the house. I noticed that the hedge now needs a trim, but no-one ventures out with the hedge cutter at the moment. The gardener would do it for us, but we had to tell him not to bother this year, although we will probably make an exception for the hedge. We two golden oldies can no longer do it with various small problems like lumbago, and limbs that no longer work as they used to.

And now to move on. We must eat to live and so I must cook something. I hear the merry sounds of ironing in a distant room, so Mr. Swiss is busy keeping out of mischief.

I will be back some time today – see you around.