Saturday, 10 October 2026

AI and recipes

 

AI and recipes

Barry has taken over culinary duties, to my relief. All I have to do is order the ingredients and that I can do easily. He enjoys cooking, which I don’t. He is officially diabetic, recently confirmed, though working to reverse it, and knowing his determination, he will achieve his aim.

He also has a renal problem, so food that is good for one condition is not necessarily appropriate for the other. AI has proved useful in providing suitable recipes.

He started counting calories in a bid to lose more weight to counter the diabetes, though he is by no means heavy, weighing only around two stone more than when he was a fit young man of twenty.

I’ve joined him in calorie counting, just for curiosity. It’s amazing to discover just how many calories there are in the simplest things.

AI is not foolproof and must be checked for accuracy. 

Friday, 9 October 2026

Hello!

 

Hello!

Hello! (Waves tentatively from the sidelines.)

Apologies for my absence – overtaken by events, so to speak.

Writing is rather like exercising. It can be satisfying if you keep going, but difficult to start again when you stop.  Anyway, nothing ventured, nothing gained, (such a useless platitude) after several false starts I have resumed.

Our house has filled up again for the time being, with Susannah, Frankie, Arthur and the three cats, Solomon, Lenny, and Zula. They will stay with us until their London flat is sold and a house bought locally.

Yesterday, the chimney sweep came to sweep our sitting room burner. It has been a long time since our chimney received any professional attention and that became evident the longer he worked. He spent a couple of hours vacuuming, filling his machine with the quantity of soot he normally collects in sweepings from several houses. Next time, he will look at the conservatory fire, but that is rarely used, and easier to deal with. It has a straight flue, unlike the sitting room, whose flue is kinked. It’s the original chimney from when the house was built seventy years ago. Anyway, all is well now and we have celebrated with the first fire of the season.

Today, the boiler is being serviced. Winter fast approaches, though to listen to *Weatherlink, one would be fooled into thinking it is still high summer, since we were informed that today the temperature would reach 35º C (95º F)!  Weatherlink needs to be adjusted, obviously.

                                                                                             

From AI:  *WeatherLink is a cloud-based weather platform, mobile app, and hardware ecosystem created by Davis Instruments that lets you view, store, share, and analyse live and historical data from personal weather stations.

I shall now go for a wander round blogworld!

 

 

Saturday, 5 September 2026

Blogger

 

Blogger

Along with many others I am having problems posting comments on blogs, including my own.

I assume it will pass. Strange things are happening in the world generally. Is this the End of Days?

Social and moral decay? √

Wars and natural disasters? √

Persecution and deception? √

I do feel Nature is angry with humankind, and no wonder.

I hope Blogger soon starts to behave nicely again!

 

 

Friday, 4 September 2026

Ig Nobel

 

Ig Nobel

'The Stinker,' official mascot of the Ig Nobels.

Image source

The Ig Nobel Prize has been awarded annually since 1991 to encourage public interest in scientific research. It is a parody of the Nobel Prize, and purported to be named after Ignatius Nobel, a fictitious cousin of Alfred Nobel. Though satirical in nature, most awards are for genuine scientific achievements.

The awards are presented to the winners in ten categories by Nobel laureates. Each winner gives a one-minute acceptance speech and receives a simple, cheap prize.

The Igs were created in 1991 by Marc Abrahams for discoveries ‘that cannot or should not be reproduced.’ They were designed to ‘honour achievements that first make people laugh, and then make them think.’

Sometimes apparently unimportant research results in serious breakthroughs. A 2006 study by Bart Knols and Ruurd de Jong showed that mosquitoes are attracted equally to the smells of Limburger cheese and human feet. That study was awarded an Ig Nobel prize for Biology. Subsequently, traps baited with Limburger cheese have been used in Africa in the fight against malaria.

More information can be found here. Below are a few of the sometimes bizarre awards that have been made since 1991.

The 2009 Ig Nobel Veterinary Medicine award was won by Catherine Douglas and Peter Rowlinson ‘for showing that cows who have names give more milk than cows that are nameless.’

The 2011 Psychology award was presented to Karl Jalvor Teigen ‘for trying to understand why, in everyday life, people sigh.’

In 2023, Jan Zalasiewicz was awarded the Chemistry and Geology prize ‘for explaining why many scientists like to lick rocks.’

Geologists and palaeontologists lick rocks as one means of identifying their structure, texture, and mineral content. Fossils may be discovered because bone is porous and a tongue sticks to it when it is licked.  

The 2025 Aviation prize was awarded to Francisco Sánchez, Mariana Melcón, Carmi Korine, and Berry Pinshow, ‘for studying whether ingesting alcohol can impair ability to fly and also their ability to echolocate.’

According to their research, when fruit-eating bats ingested ethanol, the active intoxicant in alcoholic drinks, they flew more slowly and their echolocation ability was impaired. Bats tend to avoid over-ripe fruit, which is rich in ethanol, because it slows reactions and makes them vulnerable to predation.

A full list can be seen here and is bound to raise at least a smile and sometimes a guffaw.

Tomoki Kojima led a team including Kazato Oishi, Yasushi Matsubara, Yuki Uchiyama, Yoshihiko Fukushima, Naoto Aoki, Say Sato, Tatsuaki Masuda, Junichi Ueda, Hiroyuki Hirooka, and Katsutoshi Kino to win the 2025 Biology prize "for their experiments to learn whether cows painted with zebra-like striping can avoid being bitten by flies.'

Three black Japanese cows were used. One had white vertical stripes painted on her, one had black vertical stripes, and one was left unpainted.

'For 30 minutes twice a day, the researchers observed the cows and counted fly-repelling behaviours, such a head throws, leg stamps, and tail flicks. At the end of each observation period, the team took pictures of the cows so they could count the numbers of flies that had landed on the cows' bodies and legs . . . a year later, three other cows were put through the same process.

The results were unequivocal: the cows with painted white stripes had significantly fewer flies on their bodies and lower frequency of fly-swatting behaviours than the others . . . offering a welfare-friendly and chemical-free option to repel pests.' 

There are many agile minds and imaginations. I wonder how much research starts with ‘I wonder . . . ‘

The technology award for 2026 was given for research into ‘Pioneering the use of mosquito proboscises as high-resolution 3D printing nozzles, a process called Necroprinting.’

An article on Necroprinting can be found here.

Thursday, 3 September 2026

Lloyds Tour of Britain Men 2026

 

Lloyds Tour of Britain Men 2026

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons  

This race started on September 2nd with the opening stage starting and finishing in Lincoln. Lincolnshire is a famously flat county so having a King of the Mountains classification seems bizarre. Michaelgate is a mediaeval cobbled hill. It covers 240 metres but rises steeply on an uneven cobbled surface which can be trying on a rainy day. The riders must tackle it five times in the course of the day. 

There are five stages to the race, with the second taking the riders from Boston to Skegness, a distance of 180.2 km, though not as the crow flies. This is a flat coastal route. 

Stage three starts in Hull and ends in Beverley at the racecourse. The fourth stage also occurs in Yorkshire, from Helmsley to Leyburn. 

The final stage takes the riders across the Scottish Borders and starts and finishes in Earlston. 

The Tour of Britain does not have the allure of the Tour de France or La Vuelta and does not attract high numbers of competitors or spectators. Nonetheless, it is interesting to see local schools and residents turning out to cheer on the cyclists, who pass by in a sizzling flash of highly engineered bikes and colourful lycra and helmets.

Wednesday, 2 September 2026

Left or right?

 

Left or right?

Right-handed? Left-footed?

We have right and left gloves and shoes. Why don’t we have right and left socks?

Monday, 31 August 2026

Confusion

 

Confusion

All day Saturday I thought it was Sunday. Now, on Monday, it feels like Sunday. I wished my granddaughter a happy birthday on Friday, but it wasn’t her birthday until Saturday.

I write all the family dates in my diary at the beginning of the year, but somehow I put Kiri’s birthday on the wrong date.  I got my mother-in-law’s birthday date wrong every year – that was in the years before I wrote all the dates down.

I’m not the only one to be confused. My eldest daughter, who is usually extremely well organised, can never remember my wedding anniversary, and is always a day late. That’s probably because we have never made a big thing of it. I can’t really blame her – it took many years for the date to etch itself into my husband’s memory. 

It would be easier if he were a shooting man. The Glorious Twelfth, the beginning of the grouse shooting season, is a date that’s never forgotten.

Saturday, 29 August 2026

Not quite a full stop . . .

 

Not quite a full stop . . .

. . . but something has made me slow down. It may be to do with having a thirteen-year-old in the house who keeps strange hours. I’m a light sleeper and easily woken by noises in the night. I know which doors are opening and closing, which stairs creak, and while everyone else sleeps through them, I cannot.

The next couple of days will be devoted to retraining the lad’s adolescent brain to the more normal rhythm required for (whisper it) school, before he returns to London.

Teenagers experience many changes in their lives – the body developing in startling ways, the mind posing problems and not solving them, social hurdles, academic expectations, misconceptions, skewed perceptions, peer pressure, and the awful awareness of self as neither child nor adult, not fitting any group, perpetually on the outside looking in. The grass is not greener on the other side, but it seems like it.

Add to this the change in their circadian rhythm which means that melatonin is released around two hours later than for adults or young children. This results in them wanting to stay up later and sleep longer in the morning, often in direct opposition to a requirement to rise early and prepare for school.

It is recommended that teenagers have eight to ten hours sleep a night, while they are still growing and their brains are developing rapidly. Fewer than seven hours a night leads to exhaustion, irritability, and difficulty in coping with the demands of family and school.

I remember my early teenage years, but not with great pleasure, so I have sympathy for my adolescent and pre-adolescent grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

They will survive.

Thursday, 27 August 2026

Waiting for the kettle to boil

 

Waiting for the kettle to boil

While decanting tea leaves to the tea caddy I found two cards in the bottom of the Brew Tea Co box. One was about recycling, which was helpful, although the information about tea bags seemed redundant as the tea was loose leaf.

The second card was about ‘retro tea vernacular,’ and had on it three phrases I’ve never heard before.

Apparently from the 1800s, the first was ‘Prattle broth’. Prattle is idle chatter or gossip, and broth is a hot infusion, in this case tea. It was exclusively women who were thought to be involved in this pastime. Other terms from the same period included ‘chatter broth’ and scandal broth.’

The second idiom was a 19th century expression to indicate excess or extravagance. ‘Butter upon bacon’ has much the same resonance as ‘gilding the lily’ or ‘over-egging the pudding.’ It can occasionally be heard among older generations in Northern England.

The last phrase is ‘nanty narking.’ It originated in the first half of the 19th century in public house slang, and means having a fantastically enjoyable time, sometimes becoming excessive and riotous.

 ‘Nanty’ may derive from the Italian ‘niente’ for nothing. ‘Nark’ means to annoy or irritate, though it has a secondary meaning of being a snitch or informer. Spelt slightly differently as narc, it is associated with narcotics.

Wednesday, 26 August 2026

 

                                            Canada, we love you!



Tuesday, 25 August 2026

 

Unusual

Gilbert and Roxy are quiet dogs, not often barking at anything. Of the two, Roxy is more inclined to bark. Unkind people suggest that’s because she’s a bitch and we all know how females like to talk!

When they do bark it sounds quite fearsome – deep, big dog voices warning all and sundry to steer clear. In fact, one delivery company (we have many deliveries) warned their employees that there were dogs at our house. I could hardly explain for laughing that our Labradors love people and would be more likely to smother them in slobbery kisses than attack.

Our first Labrador, decades ago, a rescue dog, once ‘attacked’ my husband. He had arrived home late at night from the streets of Belfast and Whisky was protecting me and our children. She didn’t recognise him and barged him over, thinking him an intruder. When she realised, she was mortified. The only things she ever barked at were ladders and double decker buses.

Anyway, early this morning, while we were still in bed, Gilbert was barking energetically at the patio door. We hadn’t realised he had gone downstairs. I decided later to check the garden camera to try and discover what had set the boy off. 

The playback function has proved useful in the past, but on this occasion, nothing could be seen. Gilbert’s barking, the cries of several birds, and the trees and shrubs swaying in the breeze were all captured on film, but the cause of Gilbert’s alarm remains a mystery. 

Heron, rat, fox, squirrel? Who knows?

  

Monday, 24 August 2026

Relax!

 

Relax!

 


I came across this from seven years ago. It made me smile then and it made me smile again today.

Sunday, 23 August 2026

Nebbish

 

Nebbish



This word is from Saturday’s Polygon, which asks for 34 words of at least four letters, each of which must include the central letter, in this instance, ‘s.’  I found 19 before I gave up.

 ‘Nebbish’ was unknown to me. Although it sounds like an adjective, it is a noun for an ineffectual, anxious person who lacks confidence and allows himself to be pushed around. It derives from the American Yiddish term ‘nebbish’ or ‘nebekh’ for unfortunate.

A nebbish is not despised but pitied as he stands back, allowing others to take the credit, or to push in front of him in a queue.  He is a figure of fun.

Nebbish entered the English lexicon in the late 19th century as slang for an incompetent lightweight.