Monday, 20 June 2016

First World Problems

After yesterday's post I wondered what First World problem I could come up with to rival that. Then I thought about Marmite jars.  The idea of upside down jars is great for sauces and the like but for Marmite? Forget it because it just doesn't work. Apart from needing hands with a vice-like grip (which fortunately I have even if they are not as strong as they used to be) you still have to take the top off to get at most of the contents towards the end. I'll stick with the traditional jar thank you.

Sunday, 19 June 2016


I caught an article on BBC2's news roundup about someone from the UN or a similar body staying at a hotel in Syria which such people stay at because it's regarded as being as safe as any hotel can be there. The person had written a review on TripAdvisor saying that the hotel was good but criticising the shortage of water. Now it seems so implausible to me that I would love to think that I got the whole thing wrong but I didn't. I might have got the detail wrong but not the gist of it.

It made me think just how bizarre are our thought processes these days. Millions in Syria are starving and dying of thirst not to mention those being killed by armaments of one sort or another by one side or another. And yet people are still writing on TripAdvisor and about water shortages a couple of miles from the carnage.

You couldn't make that up.

Monday, 13 June 2016

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

I have just read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. I'm not sure how I was first introduced to it but, as I said recently, I had a feeling it was through Monica or Meike. Anyway someone mentioned it on Meike's blog recently and I decided that as I bought it a while ago it was time to read it. It's not a long read. It is, however, a very good read. 

Of course that's a very subjective statement. The book, set in 1946, is written in the form of letters between the person who can be regarded as the central character/narrator, her friends and people on Guernsey who have lived through the German occupation of the Island and who formed the literary society which forms the title of the book.

The book was published in 2008 and according to the many positive reviews it was well received.

Once I had started the book I couldn't put it down (for long) but I have to say that the first part was far more compelling and promised more than about the last third provided. 

One of the things that kept me going though was some absolutely splendid quotations which, as always, are better in context than on their own:

Early on in the book: That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. True not just of books but of blogs too.

I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.

Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.

....'Life goes on.' What nonsense, I though, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on. Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and next year and for ever. There's no end to that. But perhaps there will be an end to the sorrow of it.Sorrow has rushed over the world like the waters of the Deluge, and it will take time to recede.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

And After Something Serious

My knees don't match any more!