tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40948315187702267092024-02-07T21:31:06.270-08:00emerlillyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-41927039755337590532014-08-10T03:46:00.000-07:002014-08-10T03:47:54.583-07:00York Part IIThe long awaited sequel has finally arrived! York, day two. Essentially the day consisted of wandering, eating, and more wandering.<br />
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We scraped ourselves out of bed in the morning, taking ourselves close to the Shambles (a very, very, narrow street!) to Filmore and Union. It's a chain around Yorkshire, serving healthy breakfasts and juices.<br />
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Starting with a high fibre, high vitamin juice was all well and good, but sadly our breakfast wasn't particularly great. My order was wrong, and it took 45 minutes for it to arrive. Dave's was cold. We didn't have to pay for it because we complained, but wouldn't be going there again! Straight on further into the Shambles we went, with a beautiful view of York Minster:<br />
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Stopping to buy some fudge on the way!<br />
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We were tempted in by the claims that 'my fudge is like taking a bite out of an angel's face'. We bought two blocks, 'nuf said. Then onto a quick wander around the Minster- we sadly didn't take a tour inside due to limited time!<br />
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Then, the best part of the day: Betty's Cafe Tea Room. Betty's has been around since the 1920's and was originally based around a cruise ship tea room. It's not cheap, but the experience of having high tea at this place is truly second to none. You can't book, but the queue usually only takes about 20 minutes. Well worth the wait!</div>
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The tea arrived first- and we were very much ready for it!<br />
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It wasn't long, however, until our fabulously arranged tea arrived. Finger sandwiches, the best scone I've ever had, clotted cream, jam, and a mixture of more dainty cakes.<br />
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Fresh fruit tart, lemon macrōn, (or your spelling of choice!) and a coffee tirimisu style layered cake. The best of the three was definitely the tart!<br />
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With our faces full of the best afternoon tea we've ever had, we skipped along to the attached shop and bought their home blend of coffee, and plenty of tea bags.<br />
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After a walking that all off, we jumped on the train home. A very short break, but crammed with some very worthwhile plays and the best food we've had in a while! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-51805387276918472272014-07-24T04:30:00.001-07:002014-07-25T03:14:42.247-07:00York 20/07/14Due to various bits of work going on, Dave and I probably won't be going away on a week long holiday abroad this year. So we've decided, instead, to take a few weekends away across our lovely isle. The first of these was York.<br />
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In my final year (which begins in less than three months, sheer terror) I'll be studying medieval plays, beginning with the York and Wakefield mystery cycles. They depict biblical sequences from the back of wagons, and every four years various drama companies, churches and schools of York take on the task of recreating one of many episodes, from Adam and Eve to the Last Judgement. This year is one of those years, so we thought what better than an extended visit to the city to see my studies in action whilst sampling far too many restaurants along the way?<br />
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Once off the train we went straight to Brew and Brownie. We'd pinned this on our 'York' board and read all about the various platters they had on offer. We went with the 'ee bah gum' board (which if you're not from the Lincolnshire/ Yorkshire area, will make 0 sense!) made up of smoked, blue and soft cheeses, a hefty chunk of pork pie, Yorkshire ham, artisan breads and pickles. Very good indeed, especially washed down by their speciality lemonade. The only annoying thing was the lack of air conditioning in summer heat, but you can't win them all. We meant to return to BB for the lovely selection of cakes they had on offer, but the trip being a short one we didn't get a chance!<br />
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After having our fill, we set off for the plays. I took hundreds of images but have kept only two for your viewings eyes, partially as I have no idea of the copyright functions and also as I'd hate to bore anyone to tears. The plays were in two parts, 7 in one section, 5 in the other. Each plays is dragged onto the grass by the players themselves, and was a really refreshing staging method. Our favourites were 'The Fall of Man' played by GCSE students. Satan was played by a guy in a suit holding a snake puppet through a tree, giving it a hilarious twist to a potentially pretty sombre topic.<br />
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After 5 more plays and a Costa break, in which I overheard an American lady asking if the pictures of Italy on the walls were of York, we went back for the final instalments. I must preferred the first half, as I've always thought the Old Testament stories are a bit more juicy! The best of the second half however was definitely 'The Last Judgement'. It was difficult to completely grasp what was going on, mainly due to the extensive use of screaming to represent tortured souls (a bit much if I'm honest!), but the costume and staging completely made up for that. The style was Victorian Steampunk, and was immaculate. I loved the link of the Victorian themes of degeneration and cruelty with the biblical story. Note the little child in the corner, who held up a sign saying 'hungry and homeless' throughout, to represent the contrast of Victorian high society and poverty.<br />
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After our fill of the arts, we naturally needed more food. We had dinner at Cafe No8, a small but lovingly proportioned bistro just left of the Museum Gardens. I started with Pate, served in a plant pot!<br />
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Dave had pulled beef terrine with wasabi mayo. He loved it, I wasn't so keen. We weren't entirely sure whether the thyme on top was entirely edible. Ate it anyway, I live to speak the tale. As a wise man from Masterchef once said, there should never be anything on the plate that isn't completely edible. Here here! <br />
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Oh my goodness. The main. We both had belly pork, pigs cheek, celeriac and potatoes gratin in an elderflower jus. Words can't describe. Well, they can- juicy pigs cheek, an entirely new one for both of us. What I like to describe as sexed up fancy coleslaw was also a lovely accompaniment to a deep meat dish. The potatoes were also lovely, and not too garlicky. <br />
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6 months since a previous post. So very shameful. I tend to find myself blogging once university is over, during the summer. I also find myself consistently thinking when out and about, cooking, or enjoying happy moments, 'wouldn't this make a great blog post?'. I am constantly reading up on my favourite blogs, envious of their consistency and effort in writing. Well here I am, having visited a truly lovely restaurant in Warwick with my very favourite person, making myself finally get back into something which I think of so often.<br />
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Without further ado, we discovered Tailors via TripAdvisor. We have planned for a while to visit the lovely little market town of Warwick, as I'm considering doing my postgraduate there. After getting my second year results back, my parents sent Dave and I a little pocket money to treat ourselves to dinner. We felt going to another Ask Italian wouldn't really do Warwick the justice it deserves. Tailors is a very cosy restaurant tucked into Market Square, which we managed to find after the realisation I'd typed in 'Market Street' to google maps. We were welcomed by one of two owners, who waited for lunch service, and seated in the window on our own little table. When I booked, I was asked if I had any allergies and was assured there weren't any peanuts- always good news! We went for the Lunch set menu, which for a fair price of £15 you receive a drink and two courses. Compare this to your average chain and it really is fantastic value.<br />
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We both had the same- Salmon followed by Steak. First off, il vino:<br />
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Considering how flustered and hot I was after thinking I'd booked a place at an imaginary restaurant, it went down nicely. This was followed by bread (pumpernickel and cheese) with salted and unsalted butters- all included!<br />
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The starter, as previously mentioned was 'Salmon Sandwiches'. So, so, so good. The dressing and various addendum on the side was marv.<br />
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Our mains were both steaks. There was an option to upgrade to fillet, but we stuck with the rump and were not disappointed. I had mine medium rare but regretted it- Dave's was beautiful and I missed out a little on tenderness. Still delicious though, particularly the chips on the side. We agreed it could have probably done with a sauce, though with the pricing of the menu we felt it was lovely as it was. </div>
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The owner who served us was fantastic, giving us advice of where to look around the city. We visited St Mary's Church, which was beautiful, and also went on to a cute little deli called 'Barker's' to buy some cheese and bread for dinner (which, I had to add, was also scrummy).<br />
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We're now enjoying the end of our Sunday of freedom and cooking up a barbecue after having demolished the rest of last weeks chocolate cake. Truly full, truly grateful!<br />
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Until next time (whenever that might be),<br />
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This should really become a post written on a Thursday to provide the alliteration of a good blog- but hey ho, I've not been a bit of a naughty blogger lately. I've done a lot of reading but a very minimal quantity of writing, so I thought I'd attempt to begin a little series. A personal list of what I'm currently thankful for. <br />
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Though there is a lot of sucky stuff going on in the world, at the end of the day I think it really is important to step back and count your blessings. Without further ado:<br />
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+ My family. Having been at home lately and having this evening read a very teary post by <a href="http://sprinkleofglitter.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/twenty-on-twentieth.html" target="_blank">Louise at Sprinkle of Glitter</a> I've been reminded how grateful we all should be for the family we have. Both my Mum and Dad have done an incredible amount for me and I don't think I ever truly appreciate it. Parents often say that you can't completely understand that until you have your own little ones. I guess I'll wait and see!<br />
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+ Having my own little nest with my fellow person Dave. Having not the best time in halls in my first year of university and having said goodbye to my poppet for a little bit today makes me remember that I truly am very lucky to have a private place to call my own.<br />
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+ Having two jobs. I'm lucky enough to have part time jobs while at university meaning I can treat myself to little bits and bobs when I fancy them.<br />
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+ My health. There's enough suffering in the world to realise that not having any major health problems is something to cherish.<br />
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They're all quite generic, but I'm sure as I go along I'll be able to specialise!<br />
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Thanks for reading,<br />
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Emily<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-46740617371550550692013-12-23T10:23:00.002-08:002013-12-23T10:23:27.207-08:00Remembering Nana | Lunch at The Bentley Hotel Today would have been my Grandma's 82nd birthday, but she passed away a few months ago. She loved The Bentley Hotel and we would always go for her birthday, so in her memory we decided to carry on the tradition! It was rather good indeed and I found it pretty irresistible to snap some memories. I know she'd be very happy we kept on with the tradition!<br />
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There was a huge Christmas tree in the foyer with gold and silver ornaments, very nice indeed! I took a photo of the entire tree but it looked pretty uninteresting, but close ups of the baubles are much nicer.<br />
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Myself and the famous Mama bear. We also went with my Uncle and Auntie, but I didn't know whether they fancied being on here or not. I wore a cami vest from Topshop and what I like to call my 'three wise men' necklace as it looks pretty snazzy. £7 from Forever 21, can't go wrong!<br />
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My Mum being all angelic started with a fancy fruit salad but I went straight in for the pate. My uncle asked me if pate was the same as corned beef, haha! It was bloody good though. Would have liked more toast and and a bit more of an exciting salad but hey ho, when you're getting paid for you can't complain! I wish I could have been more dignified but for the life of me I could not work out which cutlery to use first *slap on the wrists*!<br />
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I don't even care if this is sticking like superglue to the insides of my arteries, bannoffee pie should be a staple to all balanced diets. The combination of sickly caramel joy, whipped cream and a crunchy base literally makes me want to weep with joy. I could have eaten two of these. I'm defintely thinking my New Years resolution is going to be getting back into running, but something tells me it's going to take some training to get back to 5k in 25 minutes! Nothing that a go on Zombies Run can't achieve.<br />
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I think my Nana would have been very pleased with the meal this afternoon- there was plenty of cream and that was pretty much her favourite food item! We were all missing her but she did have a long and eventful life that we celebrated today. I thought it would be nice to end on some more decorations around the big old tree- isn't this whicker star cute? I cannot wait to have my own tree to decorate with Dave!<br />
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Today Pa lent me his beautiful FujiFilm X10 to have a play around with. I'm desperate for my own higher level camera, and this one does pretty much everything I would like albeit without interchangeable lenses. It truly is the most handsome looking camera though- all vintage looking with a leather handle. The pictures came out very nice indeed which is very well as Ma and I went out on another little adventure. Today we went for a walk in a huge local park/ lake, and I went a bit snap happy. Naturally we had to replenish ourselves afterwards so we ended up in Starbucks. Oops! So, without further ado, here is a documentation of my first full day off in a long while!</div>
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The park is pretty much this, with the odd bench duck and dog running frantically in a flurry of leaves. It's not as pretty this time of year but nothing a cheeky bit of iPhoto enhance feature can't fix! The leaves were surprisingly green and it was lovely to be immersed in nature in contrast to the busy hum of university life.</div>
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Then off we popped home after some mother and daughter bonding. I'm now sat on my cherished Mac wishing my photos were of better quality. Need me a compact DSLR! Maybe I should go and find the address of Santa from today and ask. Bye for now!<br />
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EmilyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-42651648092236592262013-12-17T10:53:00.001-08:002013-12-17T10:55:38.558-08:00noel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love Christmas- I love wreaths, I love holly, bells, nativities, the whole shebang. I've become a bit of a decoration snob since a) living in a house with bright yellow walls and b) discovering the interior decoration section of Pinterest, so coming back home to my little village and my childhood house filled with white and cream walls is the purest of all joys. Christmas decorations against neutral backgrounds therefore is pure bliss. I felt an intense need to photograph such lovely stuff and share it with the world, and where better to do that?<br />
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I've been back from university for three days and am definitely now in the Christmas spirit- mainly owing to my work at a local primary school preparing for the holiday season. I helped out there for two weeks over summer and felt a desperate need to return and see how the little beans were getting on. It's the best time of year to be in schools- not a lot of work going on, just lots of sewing, Christmas trees, Josephs and Marys flapping about all over the shop. The school I'm in is a Church of England school which for me makes it all the more festive- I love a good nativity and having the reason for the season on full show makes it all the more special. It's lovely to see little ones truly understanding that it's not just all about presents and food! Cuteness levels are at their peak, as who can resist watching 20 4 year olds singing Away In a Manger? Seriously, the only way to make it cuter would be to throw in some kittens and wrap them all in tinsel. Today I was given the best Christmas card I've ever had from one of my 6 year olds, and I nearly welled up. What am I going to be like when I'm a real teacher? I'll need a box of kleenex on me at all times! How adorable is this? Awful quality but I had to share it with the world.<br />
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<i>To Emily, have a nice Christmas, lots of love from ___. Get some nice presents. I'm glad you're back.</i><br />
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Quite a rushed update, but there's so much happy joy goings on I had to post some snaps. The awful iPhone quality is owing to a lack of 4 AA batteries for my hybrid camera! I've a feeling that the next gadget I'll be splashing on is a Nikon D3200. Here's wishing!<br />
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I didn't like how my blog was going. I was writing tutorials on things I wasn't interested in, writing reviews of beauty products that I rarely use and forcing myself to follow what the rest of the blogging crowd did, so that more people would read my words.<br />
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It's hardly a life changing decision but I'm going to start sticking to my actual life here. Reflecting on what I've been doing, sharing things I enjoy and just posting whatever I like. Who knows? It might be a stroll in the country side. It might be a rant or a recipe- a new coat or a new attitude. Why spend time writing purely in hope of pleasing others when I can choose to satisfy my need to creatively express myself?<br />
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Don't get me wrong- I love reading beauty blogs, I love looking at other writer's muses and I'm guilty of a sly enjoyment of haul videos. But I don't really feel that writing that type of things is really me. Nor do I feel like writing philosophical posts on life is really my place. I guess we'll just see.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One of the things I’ve learnt during my second year of university is that saying ‘yes’ to new things makes life a whole lot more enjoyable. It sounds terribly cliche, but I’ve already experienced more in the last 8 weeks than I did for pretty much the entirety of my first year.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Today when waiting for a lecture, a friend of mine introduced me to another student she knows in first year. She by the sound of it isn’t having much fun in first year- she’s struggling with her flatmates, she’s finding it hard to work out what she’s doing on her course- all things justifying the need for your first year marks not to count. Seeing her has made me realise how much of a difference doing new things, grasping new opportunities and talking to new people has had for me.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It’s very easy to politely decline invitations when you’re nervous about them. It isn’t difficult to pass off opportunities because they seem frightening, or there is a big chance of failure. But seeing myself in a fellow student today has confirmed for me that embracing what life throws at you and generally just thinking ‘sod it’ really does work wonders. I’ve started ballroom dancing, (who’d a thunk it?) agreed to host a show, taken on a lead role in my part time job, started mentoring school students and joined an awesome Christian group, and made a heap loads of new friends from all walks of life in the process. All things which I could have very easily missed out on had I decided to keep my mouth shut for fear of embarrassment, curled back into a ball and watched another episode of Walking Dead.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Second year is absolutely brilliant, and I’m starting to realise that really, it’s down to my confidence growing. The opportunity to grow, meet new people and learn a bit more about life in general definitely outweighs the prospect of potentially making a prat out of yourself. The more you start letting go of what could go wrong, the more chances come your way, and the less scared you are of failure.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">of a job, I'm guessing around reception (kindergarten) age. I fondly remember forcing my Mum/ Grandma/ friends/ anyone who would listen to play teachers with me, and it's something that never really left me. I went through a phase during sixth form where I wanted what I considered a 'proper job', where I would have to dress in a suit and be surrounded by professional looking people, who are in reality probably bored out of their minds 75% of the time. A very short lived part time job at a well known retailer quickly knocked this thought out of me and reminded me how passionate I am about teaching, and how I don't think I'd be truly happy in a job unless I felt I was making a positive difference in people's lives. The thought of filling little blank slates with knowledge of the world makes me happier than I could possibly say and it is this happiness that confirms for me the career path that is meant for me. </span></div>
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I'm currently studying towards an English degree and intend to do a PGCE (Post Graduate Certificate of Education) after this. In order to have a good chance of being accepted onto a PGCE, you need experience, and that's what I'm doing at the moment. I love it. I have 4 weeks of placements within schools this summer, and I'm 3 days into my first week. My class are the most wonderful group of little beans, full of life, full of imagination and above all full of hilarious quotes that I'm keeping note of for when I feel a little low- 'miss he took his shoe off and smelt his foot' is the current number one. To get to the point of this post, there's something that I've been noticing in the lessons we teach our students all over the world. We teach our little ones to share, to be kind, to make positive choices, to stay safe, and to look after the planet. But sometimes, in fact a lot of the time, we as older human beings seem to forget to uphold these things. The important rules we teach our children, and this isn't just in schools, these are things families teach too, are often broken by the people that set them. I've decided to start a series of posts about the lessons we teach our children which we could do with recapping ourselves.</div>
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Today's post is all about habits. In our class on Monday afternoon, we had a lesson all about what habits are, and what the difference is between fostering good habits and bad ones. The children took to it immediately, saying things like pulling faces, or being mean as bad habits among other lovely things like picking noses (delicious) and biting our nails (guilty as charged). Good habits were things like drinking enough water, saying 'please' and 'thank you' and sharing. These are basic things that we take for granted as adults. Things we assume are in the foundation of our knowledge and we do naturally without thinking. But I've noticed in everyday life that we could learn a lot from the pure little minds that wander around the earth remembering what their teachers told them yesterday. Habits wise, I felt a little guilty in that lesson. We had several slides about why biting nails is not a good habit to keep. I hid my hands. I've bitten my nails since the tender age of four and it's definitely linked to anxiety or anxious situations. I hated saying goodbye to my Mum at the school gates and biting my nails most likely was a way of calming myself down (A* A2 Psychology staring at you right now, oh yeah) which has stuck with me for 15 years! As of Monday I have not bitten my nails for three days, a big thing for me as I do it completely without thinking, and I've received the most adorable support from the little ones in my class- 'miss when your hand goes to your mouth you just say NO!'. </div>
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Other habits I feel as adults we could do with checking up on was the popular smoking, which children were quick to highlight as a bad habit (they couldn't quite grasp the term addiction). Did you know that smoke stays on your clothes, and seeps back into those around you, even if you weren't near them when you lit up? So even if you smoke far away from children, hours afterwards they can still be harmed by your bad habit. Looking left and right when we cross the road was another one touched on, a positive habit to foster. If you live in a dense area however, you'll see the complete idiocy of many fully grown adults when it comes to traffic. Children are taught in school to use the green cross code and be incredibly careful. But if they see adults, the people they look up to, crossing the road when the green man isn't there, forcing cars to make an emergency stop because they didn't look where they were going, how can we feel one hundred percent at ease when reminding them of the rules? Saying please, thank you and you're welcome is another one. Manners cost nothing, why not remind the adults of the future how to be polite to others and do as you would want them to? This isn't as big an issue as the other habits I've discussed but you'll be surprised how often people forget their basic P's and Q's. </div>
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I hope this hasn't sounded too 'ranty'! My overall point is that children, however quiet they might be (at times anyway!), are always watching and listening to the adults in their lives. They copy you- that's how they learn, so I think if we all tried to remember the basic lessons we were taught at school, we might make a positive contribution to the behavior of the adults of the future.</div>
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Do you remember your favourite lesson in primary school? Do you have any bad habits that you wish you could shift? I know I do! *stares at nails and shouts NO*</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-50264372287005380002013-05-26T11:24:00.001-07:002013-12-15T13:13:26.323-08:00Wolds & Hedgehog Bread <br />
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As I'm sure you know, it is currently a UK bank holiday which means nothing better than some quality time with friends and family. My Mum and Dad suggested a walk in the Lincolnshire Wolds, which was absolutely lovely. For me, you can't beat being in the midst of the countryside to feel calm and let your worries float away- and we had a really lovely time! I've made a mini compilation of the pictures we took below:<br />
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For the Wolds it was pretty hilly, and we also came into contact with some pretty fetching looking sheep- with them having curly hair they felt like my kind of sheep. Hence allowing me to get up close and take lots of pictures!<br />
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Anywho, once we got back from our 4 mile treck across pastures green, I decided to get some bank holiday baking in and make some Hedgehog Bread. I've been making these lovely little bready beings since I was a little being myself- my Mum loved turning things into animals to get me to eat them, including cucumber crocodiles, bagle snakes, the list goes on. I still love these bread buns and somehow when something is made cuter it immediately tastes better! I plan to keep making these forever and one day introduce my own children to the culinary art of animal food, haha! So, here is a vague recipe for Hedgehog Bread- we usually do it from memory :)<br />
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650g of various strong bread flours- in this recipe I used 300g white, 200g wholemeal and 150g of seedy fancy wholemeal flour from a mill nearby (ooh get me!)<br />
1 tbsp/ 15g of fats (with a little extra for greasing the tray) - I used olive oil but you could also use butter in a very soft consistency<br />
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400ml of warm water (whack the kettle on for a few minutes)<br />
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It's all very easy. First preheat the oven to its' lowest setting. Get together all your dry gubbins (that's flour, salt, sugar and yeast) in a bowl and mix it up a bit. Add in the oil, and mix that in too. Get your warm water, and add gradually. I start off mixing with a spoon then get my hands in there and start kneading. Once you have it in a ball-like shape in the bowl, take it out and start kneading on a floured surface for about 10 minutes. Pop it back in the bowl, cover (cling film, any other cover that won't go mad in the over on a veeery low heat) and then put it in the oven, with the door slightly closed, for 30 minutes. This is <b>proving</b>, not cooking- so don't turn the heat up! After 30 minutes, take your now rather large dough out- let's make some hedgehogs! Grease (again I use olive oil) your tray. The mix makes about 8 hedgehogs, each about fist sized. Roll into hedgehog-esque shapes (round at the back, pointed towards the front). Now place them on the tray and put them back in the still only mildly warm oven, for another 20 minutes. After this, they should be all cute and chubby looking. Bring out your fully proved hedgey hogs. To make the spikes, use some scissors to make cuts upwards along the little cuties. You can also add raisins for eyes, or chopped black olives would also do the job. Your bread balls of love are now ready to go in the oven! Whack it up to full temperature, and when it reaches this, put them in. They take around 15 minutes to bake but do keep an eye on as it varies every time. When they're ready, they will be hard on the outside (with a tap) and the spikes will be, well, spikey!<br />
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Ta da! You now have hedgehog bread. Aren't they marvellous? Don't they bring joy to an otherwise boring lunch? Just me?<br />
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I hope you enjoy my rambles of reckless abandon. Until next time!<br />
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I think breakfast can get rather boring when you're keeping track of calories, and on a small budget. Luckily, I've stumbled across this easy breakfast idea from the lovely people at 'Cook Yourself Thin'. Available from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cook-Yourself-Thin-Quick-Easy/dp/0718154819" target="_blank">here</a>. Granola when bought can be both expensive, if you'd like a decent kind with fruity bits that aren't just raisins (eurgh, raisins) and also pretty high in sugar! Granola is baked in the oven, usually in some kind of oil/ sugary combination, so you can see why it would ordinarily be off limits if you're trying to keep fit!</div>
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The crunchy granola as featured in Cook Yourself Thin is a breath of fresh air in comparison. For 50g it's about 183 calories, so plenty of room to put lots of lovely gubbins with it- fruit, yoghurt etc. Unfortunately they haven't put the recipe up on the website, but I'm happy to pass on the rough idea of how to make it :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-71357772775927386202013-05-20T08:35:00.001-07:002013-05-20T11:12:52.621-07:00A Walk in the ParkThis is just a quick little post- today I went with my Mum to a local wildlife park for a walk around. I think it's really important to get out into nature regardless of where you live. Being surrounded by greenery, birds and just general fresh air definitely allows you to clear your mind and reflect a little. And never forget to take some bread for the birds!<br>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Palatino, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;">I’m pretty sure by now that I’ve made it clear I am a student. Therefore, if I’m conforming to the normal assumptions of student life, I should be living off baked beans and pots of supernoodles. Unfortunately, I just can’t live like that. Some may call it being a ‘food snob’, some may call it money wasted, but I just can’t bear the thought of basics sausages.</span><br />
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The thing is, I don’t understand why there is this assumption that because we’re living on budgets, we have to eat pretty yucky food. Maybe it’s because I really don't enjoy clubbing, and do not drink that much that I have more money to spend on yummyness. Maybe it’s because for me, food is one of the greatest pleasures of life. But I have made a decision that the one thing I refuse to skimp on is good food. So yes. I buy taste the difference sausages. I eat hummus. But I’d much rather spend a bit more on what’s going in my stomach and actually enjoy it, hence getting my money’s worth, than buy basics eggs, basics pork chops and basics vegetables and end up with a plate of food that tastes of nothing.</div>
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I think it was when I witnessed what my friend was eating for dinner that made me decide to write this- literally cheap beef mince and peas. If that makes you happy, fair enough- each to their own. But it bugs me when people laugh at your pot of tzatziki, or your blue cheese in the cupboard. Why is spending money on food any worse than spending £30 on a drunken night out? I’d much rather have the pleasant feeling of satisfaction from some tasty grub, than a nasty hangover. <span style="line-height: 1.5em;">Meanwhile, unlike many who might say their best time at uni was that mental night out on the lash, the best time so far I’ve had at University was skiving a Critical Practice lecture to go to a Nigella book signing with two friends (followed by McDonalds, such a hypocrite).</span></div>
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So to sum up, if you’re a student, stop feeling guilty about eating hummus. And if you’re reading this as a non-student, you’re not the only one who really really loves Waitrose.</div>
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Ciao! :)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07204676039978461954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094831518770226709.post-63086413174993103662013-05-02T06:39:00.001-07:002013-05-07T09:46:56.263-07:00Running freeRecently, I signed up to take part in the Race for Life 5K in my hometown, raising money for Cancer Research UK. I think it would be difficult to find someone who hasn't been affected by the disease, through their loved ones or themselves. I've lost many loved ones to cancer and I've seen how losing someone young can create an intense ripple effect on every individual who was a part of that person's life. Taking part in the Race for Life is such a positive thing for me- I have raised just over £100 so far and hope to keep the donations coming, and have also discovered through training to run the 5K, a love for getting out there, and 'running free'.<br />
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I thought it would be a nice idea to share with you my experiences and tips to get the most out of running and jogging, from the perspective of someone who two weeks ago had never run for more than 5 minutes without stopping! At the moment I'm building up my fitness via the Race for Life training plan which is printable and available on the RFL website. I started off going out for 20 minutes, running 3 minutes and walking 2, and now have built up to 45 minute runs, with a 30 run/ 15 walk ratio. I am loving it! I began the plan with the intent of simply building up to the race, but it's become so much more than that. I love getting out in the morning and seeing nature doing its' work, getting the sun on my skin, and above all getting fit. I am by no means overweight, but I'd really like to make the most of being young and being in as best shape as I can (and I wouldn't mind losing a few pounds, while I'm at it ;)) Sorry to throw in a bit of nerdy English-student quoting, but while looking over some Tennyson yesterday, I came across two really motivational quotes from his 'Ulysses':<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">How dull it is to pause, to make an end,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">As tho' to breathe were life. </span></blockquote>This one I love- it fits my ethos of running completely. Youth is so precious, just ask your grandparents! At the age of 18, I just about hitting my physical peak, so why waste that sitting around and not getting out there? Tennyson has said what I couldn't put into words myself- how boring is it to sit around, and not polish what you have so that you can shine? Merely breathing isn't really living- making the most of your time is! Which brings me to the second quote of good old Tenny-<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.</span></blockquote>Gives me goosebumps, I tell you. So, onto my tips of making the most out of running. While I'm at it I ought to say- running isn't just for 18 year olds! My Mum, (whose age I will keep quiet for fear of rages) has been running with me and keeps exactly the same pace- she's probably fitter than me being a bit of gym bunny. First off, I thought it might be a good idea to explain the applications I use during my run to keep me on task.<br />
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First off is 'Zombies! Run'- bare with me, it may sound a little corny but this one is amazing at motivating you to get up and get out, especially when you are out on your own. The premise of the app (again, bare with) is that you are the mysterious runner 5 who pretty much appeared out of nowhere after a mysterious rocket attack from the middle of the desert. You were found by Abel Township, a base of surviving humans, and after getting some supplies for them, they've let you in. Your task as a runner for the base is to go out on missions of various types (so far I've rescued a child, distracted zombies, and checked a hospital for 'zombs') while collecting materials and supplies to improve the base. All of this plays through your headphones, and once you have pressed 'run', you don't need to do anything more. This app has given me structure to my runs, and fixes the very common running complaint of boredom during a run. The app plays a song (through your music) and then delivers more of the story. Eventually I hope to find out who I am and where I have actually come from! Excellent stuff. £1.79 on Apple App Store.<br />
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The other run based application I use is 'Runkeeper', which is a much more functional app. While Zombies! Run provides the fun and distraction, Runkeeper keeps me updated with my minutes per mile/kilometre, how long I have been going (which is awesome for my RFL training program) and how far I have gone. It even tells me how many calories I have burnt afterwards, and gives me a nifty little graph to say where I peaked. Runkeeper is FREE, which I am very happy about, offers facebook integration (allowing you to casually brag about your beast of a workout) and tells you when you have beat your records, all of which requires no intervention. Get it. Get it now!<br />
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The final app I use which is again free is 'Myfitnesspal'. This one is especially useful if you're trying to manage your weight (allowing gain/sustaining/loss) which I'm trying to a little. The best thing I've found about this app is it allows you to keep on track of your calorie intake including any exercise you have completed- meaning when I've gone for a jog, I'm allowed a cheeky skinny cappuccino ;). This also has a social aspect, allowing you to be nosey and have a look at your friends' progress, and again brag a little!<br />
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A few more bits and bobs I'd recommend for a successful run are:<br />
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<ul><li>Don't over pace yourself, there isn't any point in sprinting for 2 minutes then being too knackered to maintain a gentle jog for the rest of the time!</li><li>If you're a woman, (or have boobs regardless of your sex, I ain't judging) PLEASE INVEST IN A DECENT SPORTS BRA. Last week my boyfriend had to tie the straps of mine together as it snapped, and I was uh, 'flapping about' as it were. Sports direct is a massive no no. It's cheap, but it won't last. Go with a decent brand and you'll feel free as a bird!</li><li>Also purchase a decent arm strap to hold onto your iPod/iPhone while you're going. For me I could not run on my own without some music/ some gentle zombie sounds to distract me from the fact that I have jogged around the same field 3 times. I got mine for £3 from amazon and it's doing the job nicely!</li></ul><div>So that's my little Pippa Middleton-esque lot of tips/ experiences. Please feel free to ask me any questions (by all means I am not an expert!) or feedback your jogging journey! (corny)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Ciao! xx</div><br />
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<div><i> In memory of Georgia </I></div><br />
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