Pressure

I try not to write about work very much in this blog but recently it has been invading my innermost thoughts, sometimes keeping me awake at night. I am wrestling with the practical everyday realities of leading a secondary school English department in an area which has plenty of deprivation while being pressured about a relative decline in English exam results this summer. I mean what could they expect? Apart from me, the other five teachers had three years experience between them! I start to wonder - how much longer can I endure this shit? I'm sick of it - the ball-breaking headmistress and the very limited resources, the kids without pens or ambitions or proper family support. I have given so much of myself to the job these last twenty nine and a half years. Weekends, holidays, late nights. At one point it even threatened to destroy my marriage. Maybe if I can get through to next summer... then I'll have done my thirty years and I believe I will have earned full pension rights when I get to the age of sixty. One key dilemma is that I am at last being pretty well paid and I was hoping to maintain that kind of income with a saving habit attached at least until Frances completed her university education. I have always been strong, tough in the world of work... fighting through the days and the weeks and the years... but recent pressures leave me feeling overburdened and vulnerable. And ironically, though I have doled out barrow loads of pastoral care to children in my career, when I have need of some there is of course none to be had. You are just a peg in a hole.

Strange but True

Curious that this past week has seen the highest number of views on this page in a long time and I've not actually posted anything.

Hmmm...







29 Sept 07 WebMarty says: That's how it goes, but then I have heard rumors that Yahoo manipulate the stats just to encourage bloggers. Not sure its true though.

Happy Birthday Google

Google gone 10yrs old.
Today's 9th birthday of the great google.
So I wish Google a very very very very very Happy birthday.

Google from mere unknown search engine has turned to not only favourite homepage but the biggest search engine of the world.
But this wasnt enough for Page n' Brit they wanted to step into much bigger boots
and this is the result of stepping in it too... on which i am typing
If there wasnt google there wasnt blogger and google still expanded its territorry by buying its competitoirs.

[i beg google for what i did to adense . now as is posted on your birthday so please restart my adsense as a return gift]

Gahoo Yoogle?

Sometime hunches may be true... and those hunches that are just spoke off.. in my case written off.

Just to explian in one of my previous posts

i reviewed a social networking site named hikut as hi5+orkut and just wrote of yahoo+google=yoogle.

Well i noticed today that there was a site named yoogle...not yoogle but gahoo yoogle...amazing isnt it.

And that too since 2005.

Now it is so it is, it is benefitial too...You can get different results in the same window divided into two from both yahoo! and google and they claim that 70% of their first 100 results are different on an average.It saves time and gives great result.TRY IT OUT






And if this is not enough for you!!!

you can try another such site which shows results from more sites on the same page...

its dogpile

which shows(fetches) results from google,yahoo,ask,windows live

Liberty

"Liberty Living" - that is the name of a property group that houses students in several British cities - including Birmingham. Strange how "Liberty Living" couldn't even sort out their door keys properly when we took our lovely Frances down to England's second city to begin her university education! How can your living be free when you can't even unlock your front door?

Actually, the student flat she is in seems perfect and newly refurbished though its location is a little awkward for access to the campus.

We left our little girl there on Sunday and drove home. After the sadness of mum's passing, here was another sadness - the realisation that Frances's adult life proper has now started and she may never live at home again - just holidays and long weekends. New people will know her. Her friends won't be phoning and banging on the door. We won't be yelling at her to get her skates on. Courtesy of "Liberty Living" the fledgling has now flown. It leaves a certain emptiness behind - a void. She is nineteen tomorrow. Nineteen! Wow!

I wonder if "Liberty Living" has plans to weave its magic in the suburbs of Baghdad - a place where liberty seems in such short supply. And if there is "Liberty Living" is there also "Incarcerated Living" or "Slothful Living" or "Empty Living" specially for parents who have deposited their beloved children in universities? There's so much pressure and expectation at work just now - link this with mum's death and Frances's departure - I seem to have discovered a recipe for instant depression. Maybe seeing Hull City whup Chelsea tomorrow night will lift my spirits...

Left: Frances's student accommodation.

Eulogy

Thanks to fellow bloggers for their support in my time of loss. Much appreciated. Some of those comments spurred me on and helped me to deliver a eulogy that the vicar described as the best he had ever heard. I didn't want that. No personal praise. I was doing it for mum and for the congregation who had come to say goodbye to her - more than two hundred. I held my nerve, there beside the coffin bedecked with beautiful white lilies. My knees shook slightly and at one or two points my voice quavered but I held on to the task and did her proud.

Here are two of my farewell paragraphs:-

"As well as being “feisty” mum was also very kind. She would help anybody out and was a soft touch when tramps or gipsies called at our door or when she saw beggars in the street - she couldn’t walk on by. She gave generously to charities and was especially keen on the Salvation Army, the NSPCC and Oxfam. She always looked beyond her own garden gate to the world beyond.

She loved plants and where ever she travelled she was always taking cuttings and trying to propagate them. She knew the names of hundreds of plants and to tell you the truth it could be a bit irritating when you were in a park or garden centre with her as she reeled off Latin names. It was just one of her passions. She was also an avid reader and solver of crossword puzzles and even became obsessive about collecting those little labels that you get on bananas."

We drove on up to the East Riding Crematorium at Octon, along winding lanes past bulging dykes and ploughed fields where flocks of seagulls were already gathering to see out the winter. We followed the hearse at twenty five miles an hour. I saw a young rabbit recently killed in the road.

The CD gave us "The White Cliffs of Dover" as the curtain closed on mum's marvellous life - a life of love and goodness, of passion and participation, endeavour and energy. The last words of my eulogy back in the village church had been "May we cherish her memory". I felt privileged to deliver that speech so that mum's passing was not only marked by the hollow words of a God-addict vicar but also by the true words of one who really knew her and loved her. It was one of the finest things I have ever done or ever will do again.

East Riding Crematorium high on the Yorkshire Wolds

CD

I'm making a CD for mum's cremation service following the church service in the village where I was born and where she lived for fifty four years. She will be cremated high on the Yorkshire Wolds and as the coffin enters the crematorium, there'll be the second movement of Dvorak's New World Symphony and then this short Fairport Convention song:-

Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all
The cold north wind will blow again
The winding road does call


And will you never return to see
Your bruised and beaten sons?
"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were
For they love me, every one"


And will you never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be?
And can you never swear a year
To anyone of we?


"No, I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep along side of me"


Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all
The cold north wind will blow again
The winding road does call


As we say our last goodbye, I hope the CD will bring us Vera Lynn singing "The White Cliffs of Dover". Earlier in the church I am expected to deliver a secular eulogy. I hope I am up to it. I have cried salt tears this week. I want to do it for her. Not to break down. You can do it boy! You can do it!

Call the Fire Service - Too Many Candles

Choices for the next few days are:

Parties, over-indulgence and likely inebriation.

Or

Hide until all the fuss has died down.

Either way I won't be around for a while

Wattpad- Read n' Share Stories on cell/com.

Well there are people who say that piracy sucks...
Fortunately i am not the one of them and i believe that the best things in the world are those which are free or which make your pockets free... but i am greedy and hope you are too.
Now cutting this proverbish crap x8(tried to create a scissor to cut the crap)

I am talking about free stories available on the "net" i mean to say you can get "free" Harry Potter and the deathly hallows without clicking on the ad @ the top of the page.
The great site is WATTPAD
It allows you to read, write(upload) and share stories over computer and cell phone, the best way is to read it on your cell phone without breaking your neck staring @ the large screen trying to kill you.

Its about a week-or-two since i have joined wattpad.I suggest you also to do so.
The downloads i have made are:-

1) Harry potter and the deathly hallows
2) The Godfather
3)Eragon

and the uploads i have made are:-
1)PRIME (my literary work)
2)VINIMAN (my literary work)

End Child Labour Now!

OK so a little misleading with the title.

The weather was so nice today and I had the pleasure of Little Lad assisting me washing my car. The car was long over due and having him help, just made it so much fun. He took it so seriously and did a really good job, up to a certain height LOL.

By the way, for those who are interested, Mum is making some progress and now looking a bit more healthy. She's now off the IV line, so that's a step forward.





26 Sept 07 Heidi Hi says: My kids get soaked when they wash the car. lol. This is so cute...

How Sad Am I?

Have just pre-order the dvd of Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. Due for release 12 Nov. I'm so excited- is that too sad for words?

Answers via owl to the usual competion address.



26 Sept 07 Heidi Hi says: No way-i'm a big Harry Potter fan..We have all the books..

Gone

There I was at work - gone 6pm - examining data, preparing for a difficult meeting about exam results. I ended up deciding to attach the document I was working on to an email that I could catch up on later. That was when I spotted another email from my daughter marked "URGENT". "Dad phone home NOW. Grandma is seriously ill and they want you to go over." It was timed at17.23. I phoned home but it was too late. My mother was already dead.

She was born on May 24th 1921. She grew up in dire poverty, abandoned by her parents and spent her formative years with her grandparents - even taking their surname - White instead of her registered surname - Jackson. The war came and she signed up, joining the WAAF (Women's Airforce). She was posted to India where she met my father who she married just after the war in Delhi in 1945.

They came home to England where she had four sons and became the wife of a village headmaster. All her life she was an expert craftswoman making lampshades and gloves, baskets and eiderdowns. She even taught "mixed crafts" and I remember so many nights when she was up late beavering away beneath a lamp.

Her name was Doreen. Tomorrow I must drive over to Beverley and arrange her funeral. Pick up the death certificate etc.. She was a woman who lived a full life. In her seventies she travelled back to India after a Round-the-World trip that took her to Vancouver and Sydney, Auckland and Singapore. She's gone and of course I will never forget her. I loved her. I am so pleased that the kids - Ian and Frances came over to see her with Shirley and I (like that Demob Happy?) a week last Sunday. She was eighty six years old and she was a very special lady - far far more special than Diana Spencer of whom Prince Harry said "She was the best mum in the world". He was so wrong.

Taj Mahal - The hidden truth

One of the New Seven Wonders of the World. Taj Mahal, India: The white marble-domed mausoleum in Agra combines Indian, Persian and Islamic styles and was built by a 17th century Mogul emperor for his favorite wife, who died in childbirth.

[as said by everyone]

But i recieved a mail which says according to BBC this isn't the truth... the truth is indeed shocking!!! [TIP: WHEN U DONT HAVE A POST LEAK UR MAILS]

HERE COMES THE MAIL;-

AERIAL VIEW OF TAJ MAHAL

THE INTERIOR WATER WELL

FRONTAL VIEW OF TAJ MAHAL AND DOME

CLOSE UP OF THE DOME WITH PINNACLE

CLOSE UP OF THE PINNACLE

INLAID PINNACLE PATTERN IN THE COURTYARD

RED LOTUS AT APEX OF THE ENTRANCE

REAR VIEW OF TAJ AND 22 APARTMENTS

VIEW OF SEALED WINDOWS AND DOORS IN BACK

TYPICAL VEDIC STYLE CORRIDORS

THE MUSIC HOUSE-- A CONTRADICTION

A LOCKED ROOM ON THE UPPER FLOOR

A MARBLE APPARTMENT ON THE GROUND FLOOR

THE OM IN THE FLOWERS ON THE WALLS

STAIRCASE THAT LEADS TO THE LOWER LEVELS

300 FOOT LONG CORRIDOR INSIDE APPARTMENTS

VEDIC DESIGN ON A CEILING OF A LOCKED ROOM

SECRET WALLED DOOR THAT LEADS TO OTHER ROOMS

SECRET BRICKED DOOR THAT HIDES EVIDENCE

PALACE IN BARHANPUR WHERE MUMTAZ DIED

PAVILION WHERE MUMTAZ IS SAID TO BE BURIED

NOW READ THIS.......

NO ONE HAS EVER CHALLENGED IT EXCEPT PROF. P. N. OAK, WHO BELIEVES THE WHOLE WORLD HAS BEEN DUPED. IN HIS BOOK TAJ MAHAL: THE TRUE STORY, OAK SAYS THETAJ MAHAL IS NOT QUEEN MUMTAZ'S TOMB BUT AN ANCIENT HINDU TEMPLE PALACE OF LORD SHIVA (THEN KNOWN AS TEJO MAHALAYA ) . IN THE COURSE OF HIS RESEARCH O AK DISCOVERED THAT THE SHIVA TEMPLE PALACE WAS USURPED BY SHAH JAHAN FROM THEN MAHARAJA OF JAIPUR, JAI SINGH. IN HIS OWN COURT CHRONICLE, BADSHAHNAMA,SHAH JAHAN ADMITS THAT AN EXCEPTIONALLY BEAUTIFUL GRAND MANSION IN AGRA WAS TAKEN FROM JAI SINGH FOR MUMTAZ'S BURIAL . THE EX-MAHARAJA OF JAIPUR STILLRETAINS IN HIS SECRET COLLECTION TWO ORDERS FROM SHAH JAHAN FOR SURRENDERING THE TAJ BUILDING. USING CAPTURED TEMPLES AND MANSIONS, AS A BURIAL PLACE FORDEAD COURTIERS AND ROYALTY WAS A COMMON PRACTICE AMONG MUSLIM RULERS. FOR EXAMPLE, HUMAYUN,AKBAR, ETMUD-UD-DAULA AND SAFDARJUNG ARE ALL BURIED IN SUCH MANSIONS. OAK'S INQUIRIES BEGAN WITH THE NAME OF TAJ MAHAL. HE SAYS THE TERM " MAHAL " HAS NEVER BEEN USED FOR A BUILDING IN ANY MUSLIM COUNTRIES FROM AFGHANISTHAN TO ALGERIA. "THE UNUSUAL EXPLANATION THAT THE TERM TAJMAHAL DERIVES FROM MUMTAZ MAHAL WAS ILLOGICAL IN ATLEAST TWO RESPECTS. FIRSTLY, HER NAME WAS NEVER MUMTAZ MAHAL BUT MUMTAZ-UL-ZAMANI ," HE WRITES. SECONDLY, ONE CANNOT OMIT THE FIRST THREE LETTERS 'MUM' FROM A WOMAN'S NAME TO DERIVE THE REMAINDER AS THE NAME FOR THE BUILDING."TAJ MAHAL, HE CLAIMS, IS A CORRUPT VERSION OF TEJO MAHALAYA, OR LORD SHIVA'S PALACE . OAK ALSO SAYS THE LOVE STORY OF MUMTAZ AND SHAH JAHAN IS A FAIRY TALE CREATED BYCOURT SYCOPHANTS, BLUNDERING HISTORIANS AND SLOPPY ARCHAEOLOGISTS . NOT A SINGLE ROYAL CHRONICLE OF SHAH JAHAN'S TIME CORROBORATES THE LOVE STORY. FURTHERMORE, OAK CITES SEVERAL DOCUMENTS SUGGESTING THE TAJ MAHAL PREDATES SHAH JAHAN'S ERA, AND WAS A TEMPLE DEDICATED TO SHIVA, WORSHIPPED BY RAJPUTS OF AGRA CITY. FOR EXAMPLE, PROF. MARVIN MILLER OF NEW YORK TOOK A FEWSAMPLES FROM THE RIVERSIDE DOORWAY OF THE TAJ. CARBON DATING TESTS REVEALED THAT THE DOOR WAS 300 YEARS OLDER THAN SHAH JAHAN. EUROPEAN TRAVELER JOHAN ALBERT MANDELSLO,WHO VISITED AGRA IN 1638 (ONLY SEVEN YEARS AFTER MUMTAZ'S DEATH), DESCRIBES THE LIFE OF THE CIT Y IN HIS MEMOIRS. BUT HE MAKES NO REFERENCE TO THE TAJ MAHAL BEING BUILT. THE WRITINGS OF PETER MUNDY, AN ENGLISH VISITOR TO AGRA WITHIN A YEAR OF MUMTAZ'S DEATH, ALSO SUGGEST THE TAJ WAS A NOTEWORTHY BUILDING WELL BEFORE SHAH JAHAN'S TIME. PROF. OAK POINTS OUT A NUMBER OF DESIGN AND ARCHITECTURAL INCONSISTENCIES THAT SUPPORT THE BELIEF OF THE TAJ MAHAL BEING A TYPICAL HINDU TEMPLERATHERTHAN A MAUSOLEUM. MANY ROOMS IN THE TAJ ! MAHAL HAVE REMAINED SEALED SINCE SHAH JAHAN'S TIME AND ARE STILL INACCESSIBLE TO THE PUBLIC . OAK ASSERTS THEY CONTAIN A HEADLESS STATUE OF LORD SHIVA AND OTHER OBJECTS COMMONLY USED FOR WORSHIP RITUALS IN HINDU TEMPLES .. FEARING POLITICAL BACKLASH, INDIRA GANDHI'S GOVERNMENT TRIED TO HAVE PROF. OAK'S BOOK WITHDRAWN FROM THE BOOKSTORES, AND THREATENED THE INDIAN PUBLISHER OF THE FIRST EDITION DIRE CONSEQUENCES . THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO DISCREDIT ORVALIDATE OAK'S RESEARCH. THE CURRENT GOVERNMENT SHOULD OPEN THE SEALED ROOMS OF THE TAJ MAHAL UNDER U.N. SUPERVISION, AND LET INTERNATIONAL EXPERTS INVESTIGATE.

Lost and Found

Last night around midnight I thought I had lost something valuable (to me at least). Don't know why it happened but I suddenlt realised I had not seen the item for a couple of months and could clearly picture where I had last seen it.

After around an hour of quietly turning my room upside down, not to mention the attic room and also my car by torch light, I determined I had lost it and settled back to bed. Yet another thing to worry about and add to the list of things keeping me awake.

Needless to say this morning with little effort, I found it.

Isn't it strange how the mind works at times? For no apparent reason something pops into your head and bugs you. It becomes the most important thing yet your rational mind keeps trying to butt in and tell you it's not important, that it can wait. That voice is a little quieter than it should be and somehow the things that play on your mind take on a life of their own...

McCanns

Returning from Poland, I was at Robin Hood Airport near Doncaster, waiting to proceed through passport control when I noticed several posters advertising the disappearance of Madeleine McCann. "Have you seen Maddy?" they announced with a number to call and the obligatory website address. I felt like screaming "NO I BLOODY HAVEN'T SEEN MADDY!" After all, at the risk of sounding callous, what is so special about little Maddy that she gets the glaring media spotlight that so many missing children never receive? And how come that in an official airport zone private publications like the Maddy posters can be tacked to the walls?

I am always pissed off when Maddy's disappearance and related matters occupies the number one TV news slot in the UK. Soldiers may have been killed in Iraq or Afghanistan, a workplace may have laid off hundreds, shares may have plummeted but oh no - let's focus on the soap opera that is now Madeleine McCann Inc..

We had her loving parents - Gerry and Kate, jetting off to Rome and Morocco and Spain - interestingly, ironically and perhaps appallingly leaving their baby twins behind! And now the Portugese authorities have raised the awful possibility that Gerry and/or Kate may in fact be responsible for Maddy's death. It has become one of the main conversational topics on our island this week and I guess there isn't one pub in the land where someone hasn't said in secretive tones - "I always thought there was something a bit fishy about those two!"

Will we ever get to know the truth about what happened at Praia de Luz in May? Do we care? Will Madeleine ever be found - dead or alive? Don't get me wrong - ultimately, my heart really does go out to little Maddy - such a lovely little girl with her whole life in front of her. Could it be that her parents have covered their guilt so very extravagantly in order to deflect the possibility of blame sticking to them? Personally, I find such a scenario impossible to believe... well almost impossible.

Images on the Move

I've decided to publish my pictures on Webshots. If anyone cares to take a look, the first few can now be found at << http://community.webshots.com/user/ceramix_boy >>

Let me know what you think.

One Step Forward, Two Back...

Yesterday mum had to be readmitted to hospital.

It appears the "C Dificile" hospital superbug she had a few weeks or so back has returned with a vengance and with it the severe diarrhoea and sickness she had before. Mum has not really been eating for nearly a week and is unable to take on enough fluids. She is very ill.



15 Sept 07 David says: Sorry to hear that. My thoughts are with you.

September

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow,
Try to remember and if you remember then follow.

Some songs seem to echo in your mind. They are always there beneath the surface like old friends. Those words above for example. I researched them this evening. It seems they were written by a lyricist called Tom Jones to a tune by a composer called Harvey Schmidt (both pictured below). Back in 1960 the song "Try to Remember" featured in a new musical I had previously never heard of - "The Fantasticks".

Maybe it's because I have spent most of my adult life working in education that the month of September has a special aura about it. It's the end of the summer and I'm back at work. There's a long dark tunnel leading to mid-winter. It feels as if something has died as another academic conveyor-belt year begins. Those lyrics are about trying to remember in the full knowledge that your effort will be in vain because the kind of September the writer was thinking of has already slipped away. Besides, what should we "follow"?

Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you

It's late September and I really should be back at school

I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used

Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more

(lyrics by Rod Stewart)

A Little Bit of Good News

Mum had a meeting with her consultant today to review her recent scan results and progress in general.

The good news is that for the first time since being diagnosed in Sept 06, the tumour in her Liver is slightly reduced. The hospital have lined up some meetings with other specialists, do some more tests and build her up over the next month, then restart the chemo treatments.

Mum is still very frail and the hospital obviously doesn't want us get our hopes up just yet but even so this is the first positive result. Yea! :-)