Halloween

When I was a child, Halloween merely consisted of apple bobbing and church the following day. In the intervening years it’s grown hugely as an “event”, almost unrecognisable now in its commercialism. Although we didn’t go overboard when Miss Glis was a little girl, we always had a few scary cobwebs and a pumpkin so over the years, Mr Glis has developed a talent for pumpkin carving. But this year, ready for our local trick or treaters, he has surpassed himself. With a nod to his own hirsute appearance, he has created a vision of orangeness complete with curly moustache. 

Take a risk

This sign made me smile, although it does actually serve a valid purpose as fallen leaves can obscure the old train tracks. But as I walked the dogs, I reflected on the reasons why nationally, we’re so risk averse and concluded that it’s a political ploy. Culturally, our public policies tend towards a high level of detail, with scenarios for every eventuality, however unlikely. This ultimately produces a highly regulated society, populated with a mass of accepting, conformist individuals, comfortable with order and rules. But, for the less acquiescent among us, this environment, however outwardly benevolent, can be enormously frustrating!

Autumn

This morning felt truly autumnal as Andy and I walked the dogs, the misty dawn radiating an ethereal light that only seems to exist at this time of year. Despite the tinge of melancholy I love the season of autumn mists and mellow fruitfulness: the smell of wood-smoke in the twilight, the whisper of a chill on the air and watching the trees lose their rich green cloaks, golden leaves falling gently to the ground.  And, that sun kissed carpet of leaves actually provides a soothing reminder of impermanence and the need to let go that’s both healing and cathartic.

The Kindness of Strangers

An elderly lady fell near the office earlier today and cut her head quite badly on the wall. Within moments, several other pedestrians and people in cars had stopped to help her, including one young man who took off his shirt to stem the blood. Although I didn’t see the incident, the commotion on the street drew my attention through the window and so I rummaged in our First Aid kit for a couple of suitable sterile dressings which I took out to her. In a world of bad news stories, it’s always wonderful to witness the kindness of strangers

 

The Magic of Childhood

Recently, we’ve heard a lot of children’s laughter from the lane behind the garden. As Andy keeps the grass short (for the distance that his electric extension cable stretches at least) it’s a suitable playing area and with several children living nearby, they’ve taken advantage of it. I’m naturally curious so it should come as no surprise that when I went to the compost bin, my interest was captured by evidence of nearby “works”. The children had created a grotto with a “magic” tree, decorated with all sorts of bits and pieces including an abandoned cat collar. I loved it!

 

Sheep Aversion

Although Monty has never actually chased sheep, he’s demonstrated on several occasions since we’ve had him that he would like to get up close and personal with the woollybacks.  Enter Janet, a dog trainer, who provides access to a flock of sheep as part of sheep aversion training. Janet, a no-nonsense individual with a warm personality who clearly understands canine psychology and the value of “tough love” was simply superb. After a couple of loud and dramatic interventions by her followed by one from me, Monty wanted to be anywhere but in that sheep field. Let the consolidation training begin!

 

Kleptomania and absentmindedness

I’m something of a contradiction, regularly putting things down and walking away while also absentmindedly accumulating collections of other items. I’m especially guilty of this at work, where I have absolutely no pens or other items of office stationery but hordes of mismatching forks and spoons, procured from the office kitchen when warming up last night’s leftovers for lunch. Periodically, I return the property and discover several items from home that have found their way into the spare crockery and cutlery cupboards.  Looking at the numbers of mugs and plates, clearly I’m not alone in my fickle attachments and abandonments