#1408 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Wandering the cobbled backstreets of Plymouth hunting down my hair stylist who has swapped salons. Successfully as it happens, and I have had my winter haircut. I feel like a Spring lamb or perhaps more like its mother who has had a woolly winter coat sheared off. Co-incidentally the sun came out as I skipped up this lane with considerably less curls than an hour earlier.

Talking of curls, we have had Miss Lola in our lives for 10 years this week.

A bit like me with a new hair cut she looks a little different this week compared to her first week with us.

She is paler and curlier. Her pale is just paler, mine is greyer. But that is what ten years looks like.

#1407 theoldmortuary ponders.

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It has been a tough week at the office. Three large storms have taken one tree down and two huge boughs off others. Storm Chandra the last of 3 arrived yesterday and took down another already damaged bough.

On a positive note this morning, no rain, just wind, a lot of wind and some sunshine.

Tranquility Bay was looking and feeling fairly untranquil.

A day that required a dry robe and wellies.

The dry robe had a bittersweet moment for me in one of its huge pockets . On the day our dog Hugo died we went walking on the beach and I found a rock that looked like a cracked heart.

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I had tucked it in my pocket and forgotten about it. Until this morning.

So while I was busying about photographing damaged trees for Tree Surgeon quotes the heart shaped  pebble found its way into my hand. I immediately realised what it was. A comforting sensation rather than completely sad. I might keep it in my pocket.

#1406 theoldmortuary ponders

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The last week of January, not that I am counting!

One whole month since Christmas and only a small piece of Christmas Cake left, 4 mince pies and a late arrival Christmas Pudding.

The date on the box says 1849, so that is quite a late arrival.

Last night our evening dog walk took us past one defiantly gorgeous Christmas tree alight in a warm and cozy 6th floor sitting room. Credit to the home owners for keeping the festive faith for so long. We still have ‘Winter Lights’ in the yard.

This scrag end of January is stormy and grey. Not much to recommend it in the outside world except the Aurora Borealis on clear nights last week.

©Aaron Jenkin

We didn’t get quite the same glorious show on our little peninsular but pictures like this,dropping into my Social Media, have made some lovely memories.

©Stephen Thompson

I believe my efforts to take a more positive attitude to Winter, and in particular January, are paying off but it occurred to me last night,that in all hierarchical lists something has to come bottom no matter how much embellishment is applied.

This week will be the long farewell to my least favourite, but more bearable  with a positive attitude  month. 

#1405 theoldmortuary ponders

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November and December in Asia and Australia tricked my skin that winter had not arrived. Late January and the truth has started to hurt. Skin soothed by an early Southern Hemisphere Summer is now calling out for richer moisturiser and at the same time as rejecting it by breaking out under the pressure of heavier creams. Rain and constant storms and a small dog requiring a walk are not good friends with my face.

These hand blown baubles were reflecting the weak sun of a rainy day on the Mornington Peninsular, Victoria. They look like tiny apothecary jars. I wish my bathroom cabinet looked as pretty as I search for balm to nurture my sore skin. But they remind me of a moment not so long ago when rain did not wreak havoc with my complexion. Mornington has an extreme heatwave warning today. So absolutely no point  wishing I was there right now, my skin would still be sore, but for different reasons. The baubles would be more vivid in harsh unforgiving sunlight.

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Storm Ingrid is punishing us today. We have barely cleared up from the last unnamed storm of earlier this week.

“Storm Ingrid is punishing us today”

This phrase came from a weather report but it made me laugh for an entirely different reason.

I used to work in a children’s hospital in Brighton. It was everything you might imagine such a place to be, the staff were dedicated and lovely as you might expect in such a place.

One of our Medical Secretaries called Ingrid was also a much in demand local dominatrix. She enlivened tea breaks with her stories of  her additional occupation. Sometimes she would  slip out during her lunchbreak, do some dominating and come back. We could sometimes spot if she had been servicing a foot fetishist because she returned to work in a different colour tights. She sold worn tights as part of her lunchtime deal.

For a little while we had an Australian radiologist who had recently retired from providing radiology services to remote areas of Australia. It had been an interesting but at times lonely career. Living and working in Brighton was somewhat of an eye opener for him. Ingrid took him under her wing in all sorts of ways. Sometimes he would go off with her for lunch. He was unaware that we all knew what her sideline was. After ‘lunch’ with Ingrid he would return to work late and flustered. His mood unpredictable for the first part of the afternoon.

” Ingrid has been punishing him’ was our code for leaving him alone reporting in a darkened room.

After a few months he moved back to Australia. His retirement tour of the U.K finished after only one city. We never saw Ingrid again…

#1403 theoldmortuary ponders.

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I love a soundbite. A tiny little statement or sentence that sums something up.

Nostalgia is not a Strategy – Mark Carney at Davos yesterday.

Headline grabbing from the Canadian Prime Minister at Davos when most headlines are grabbed by the Pussy Grabber.

Far be it from me to disagree with a Prime Minster with integrity but how can anyone possibly strategise without nostalgia.

Strategies are built using current information and past experience.

People are usually only sentimental or wistful about things in the past that were successful, pleasurable or effective.

All things that would be admirable in a strategy.

You might wonder why my humble blog is pondering the lofty soundbites of a World Leader. Well, when Mr Carney was running the Bank of England our thighs briefly touched whilst sitting on the underground in London. In truth the only famous thigh I have ever briefly touched in a non professional situation.

I don’t imagine he remembers that moment so I will not be firing off a quick email to him to help him with his next speech.

But if you are reading this Mark.

It is impossible to Strategise effectively without Nostalgia.

Learning from past mistakes etc.

#1402 theoldmortuary ponders.

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The Game of Storms. Trouble in Paradise. In the past week the tennis club that I help to run has been the location of an entirely different sort of competitive game. Last week Storm Goretti shed a large bough from one of our Ash trees into the gardens of our neighbours.

  This week an unnamed storm dropped one of their Sycamore trees into our walled allotments.

A storm tit for tat that needs to stop. Thankfully neither incident caused any harm to humans.  Humans though,on either side of the wall have worked together to clear the debris.

The smell of recently felled hardwoods has filled the air with woody fragrance which is a small recompense for the sound of shrill chainsaws that has dominated the usual peace of the place.

Not so tranquil days at the club that overlooks Tranquillity Bay.

We are so lucky that no-one was harmed.

Love All

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We missed Blue Monday by having an entirely normal Monday with a 3 year old. So I just put ‘Blue’ into my photo archive and these 3 grids were reflective of the last 6 weeks.

Rather more bright and beautiful than most December/January grids this set include Singapore/Australia/Hong Kong.

Which may also explain why we had no connection to Blue Monday yesterday.

Having a sun surge in late November and December has made the winter months much more tolerable. And filled my grid with beautiful blues.

#1400 theoldmortuary ponders.

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The old mortuary ponders. I am one of life’s great ponderers. Not a Great ponderer. A ponderer who does a lot of pondering.

1400 ponders is a moment. Before this collection of ponders there were the Pandemic Ponderings, when the world skipped a beat and my daily ponderings started.

#1399 theoldmortuary ponders.

Yesterday’s ponder was about 2016. A year when a Global Pandemic was a historic fact. In 1918 a third of the world was infected with The Great Influenza ( Spanish Flu). Maybe as many as 100 million people died.

Global pandemics were things of the past or theoretical predictions. We were blissfully unaware in 2016 quite what was just over the horizon. In 2026 we are all too well aware that enormous scientific and medical progress did not protect us from another one.

I wonder if I would have started a daily diary about mundane and ordinary life in 1916, inspired by that earlier pandemic.

I think I would have considered it and maybe even started one. But writing a daily diary has never worked for me until blogging came along. Inexplicably a daily writing habit is now second nature. I love it. But I doubt I would have gained the habit without those long pandemic days when life took on a whole new level of mundanity.

Always one for irrelevant details, blogging has only increased my thirst for the minutiae of daily life and a bit of positivity. I suspect every aspect of my life has altered for the better.

#1401 and beyond . More sunflowers and more Silver linings.

#1399 theoldmortuary ponders.

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New Year Fireworks 2016. It all started so well.

There is a current trend of looking back to 2016 as some sort of benchmark year.

Was 2016 a genuine wrinkle in time. I do not look back on it with any great fondness. I had an iphone and took some great photos.

But 2016 was a hard year with tough decisions, sadness, badness and unkindness.

Seria Ludo by Mat Collishaw

For large parts of 2016 I felt like I was hanging on to normal life while it swung me round and round on a crazy carousel.

In 2016 I discovered the Japanese word Setsunasa which means,

A tight feeling in the chest. Longing, love, sadness, nostalgia, all compressed into one sharp pain.

So when I think about 2016 that is my overwhelming recollection. But it was such a busy year and there were many positives. Looking through my 2016 photographs I have made myself aware that 2016 was far from all bad.

Time to reshape my recollections a little. Another useful Japanese word.

Wabi-Sabi.

The acceptance that nothing is permanent, and nothing is perfect, nothing is ever complete and yet finding quiet beauty in that reality rather than fighting it.