Month: April 2003

Returning home last night we were amazed at how much greener everything is now, compared to how it was on Saturday morning. A few centimetres of rain have precipitated what seems like weeks worth of natural change in 3 days. The grass has grown, the hawthorn hedge is fully in leaf, different plants are in bloom and new ones are sprouting, apple and pear trees are in blossom. Everything looks quite, quite different.

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Sometimes I think I have a lot of energy, and then I believe I can get everything done. Then I realise I’m running on adrenaline. I’ve learnt that when adrenaline is my driver, I don’t like how I feel and I have a problem unwinding at the end of the day.
There is a difference between adrenaline and energy. Adrenaline exhausts. Energy creates.

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Self control is knowing you *can* but deciding you *won’t*.

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And the winner of the 3rd weekly “Make BW Laugh Award of the Week” is…
Roll of drums (but, quietly please, cos I have a headache), pregnant pause…..
DG, for this little gem. But, surely, there can’t be a single person in the whole of Blogland who hasn’t read it by now? Can there? 😉
Actually, it was the only thing I read in a blog all week that actually made me laugh out loud. There weren’t many things that even made me smile this week. Not sure if that’s been more about my mood (I’ve been very busy and had to deal with several difficult situations, plus I’m very tired), or whether there just hasn’t been the humour around, or whether I haven’t had enough time to read many blogs. What do you think?
This will be a weekly feature, with results announced sometime every Friday evening or Saturday. If you notice anything very funny when around and about, or write something that you think deserves Witchy consideration for the award, then do feel free to point it up to me. Cos I might just miss it otherwise. And, as I always say, in this world, if you don’t laugh, you cry.
If I was clever I’d whip up a little BW cup award for you to keep on your site for the week. However, I’m no good at Coven Work, as you will have noticed, so you can invent your own if you like. Mind you, it can only stay up for the week of your victory 🙂
BTW there are no limits to the number of times that you can win the award. Might even manage a jar of BW special honey for you if you win the award say 10 times….

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As a Witch who attended a primary school run by an atheistic maverick 60’s headteacher, I was spared the daily dose of religion from a young age. Before I went to grammar school, Mummy Blue Witch (who is actually quite religious herself, but kept it in check when we were young as Daddy Blue Witch isn’t) counselled, “BW, you are going to have to come to terms with the fact that the Law in this country requires schools to teach R.E. Please try to be polite to the teacher of that subject, even though your own views may differ.”
Having been given my timetable on my first day at Big School, I came home and delightedly informed Mummy BW that she was wrong, and that I wasn’t going to have to suffer after all. Mummy BW took my timetable from my grubby mitt and said, “Well, BW, what do you think Scripture is then?” “Well, handwriting, of course!” I replied 🙂
Anyway, I went on to impress the teacher (one 70 year old Miss C***) by my impeccably good manners and wonderful essays. My excellent memory for nonsense allowed me to come top of the class in every Scripture exam that I ever took. I don’t think I got below 90% once. She even gave me 99% in one 3rd form end-of-year exam. This helped greatly in boosting my overall points score to allow me to sit happily at the top of the class throughout my 4 years there, despite not liking Latin, for the simple reason that I had absolutely no idea what a noun and a verb were, at that age, because aforementioned maverick primary school headteacher also didn’t believe in teaching grammar, or spelling.
Miss C*** even told Daddy BW at a 4th form parents’ evening “Oh, BW is a delightful Witch, so keen on my subject. Such a good understanding of the facts. So spiritual, so enlightened. I just know she has a vocation as a missionary.” Daddy BW came home and demanded to know what *exactly* I had been saying to her. He was also concerned that there might be some truth in what he had been told. I was able to reassure him. I wasn’t sure that he quite believed me. Something that happened a couple of weeks later definitely provided the proof he was seeking, but, that’s a blog for another time.
Via Moi comes the
work-out-which-religion-you-are-test.
Just for Miss C*** and old-time’s sake I did the quiz.
They categorised my “beliefs” as:
1. Unitarian Universalism (100%)
2. Neo-Pagan (88%)
3. Liberal Quakers (87%)
4. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (87%)
5. New Age (86%)
6. Theravada Buddhism (79%)
7. Secular Humanism (77%)
8. Mahayana Buddhism (76%)
9. New Thought (62%)
10. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (57%)
In last place at 26 and 27 were Islam and RC (12% each). That was a relief 🙂
And guess what, Unitarian Universalism covers just about every eventuality – the description is characterised by phrases like, “very diverse beliefs”, “some believe”…. Obviously what they dish-up to mis-fits 🙂 I’m very pleased I didn’t leave my email address…
This Witch is not for converting, congregating or conforming.
This Witch believes in the Power of Witch 🙂

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The highest fences we need to climb are those we’ve built in our own minds.

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For those of us who have been / are still struggling with the whole blogging concept recently, may I recommend this and this? (found via language hat).

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When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you sometimes find that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out in the open and has other people looking at it.
Winnie-the-Pooh – A.A. Milne

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At The Coven, 17 pints of milk, 40 hot cross buns, 3 packets of 50 Assam teabags, half a packet of sugar and most of a jar of coffee have been consumed by us, workers and visitors in the last 7 days. 17 pints of milk? OK, so I did make a jaffa cake trifle, but, that only used 2 pints, and no-one has drunk glasses of milk…
If you put “witch” into Google, it finds BW at number 60 (of about 3,350,000). That’s worrying.
If you put “blue witch” into Google, it finds BW at number 1 (of about 530,000). That’s very worrying.
In the last 3 days, the following Google searches have led here:
– sharm topless
– keeping and caring for white fantail doves
– deepak’s tooting
– problems filling fiat punto with petrol
– flirty teenage sayings
– blue witch (3 times)
– Quote “they came for the jews and I did nothing…”
– witch (3 times)
– search invite door house indoors telephone watch (2 times)
– iraqi musclemen
– the hardest military gay sex
– campsites for families in wiltshire
– blogger templets
– MIp of alcohol ticket prices
– rude flirty text messages
Not a metatag in sight either 🙂
I’ve been inserting a few select 😉 phrases recently, as you may have noticed.
Let’s see how long it is before they appear.
And, by the way, 11 and 12 were consecutive searches 😉

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And so it was, on the 5th day, the cement mixer was allowed to return to its spiritual home (aka the hire shop). Finished making cement at 9.30pm last night and had to clean up in the dark (cos the PIR detector on the outside light is in need of replacement). Just about found the energy this morning to help Mr BW lift the cement mixer into the Blue Broomstick. No sooner had I despatched him to work, than the office furniture delivery/assembly man turned up. Or rather a pair of them arrived. The one from yesterday had brought his mate with him. Presumably for protection against Cross Witches.
I don’t go in for regional accents much. The only one I have a soft-spot for is a male Geordie accent. 2nd delivery/assembly man was a Geordie. Also knew something about bees, and bought 3 jars of honey on his way out. So I have forgiven them for the mess-up with the metal strut yesterday. And my new desk is now fully functional. More space for my Witchy Working Clutter.
So, I then proceeded into the local town to return the cement mixer. I’d forgotten it was market day, and the school holidays. So, I was sitting in a queue of traffic, outside the Co-Op, with a Bruce CD playing loudly, with the bass turned right up (I was in that sort of mood, I usually am considerate and turn the music down when in inhabited areas), when suddenly there was a knock on the window. I pressed a button and the window rolled down a bit. A navy blue uniform said, “Deaf are we? Keep the noise down sonny!”
Well, I did have on a very baggy t-shirt, a pair of old joggers, and I do have short hair, and I hadn’t bothered to put on any make-up (the delivery man wasn’t worth it 😉 as I was going on from the hire shop to have my hair cut and would need a shower to get rid of the nasty tickly bits when I came home), but “SONNY”??
I resisted the urge to come out with that classic Dawn French Vicar of Dibley line. I turned the music right off. I stared him straight in the eye and said, “Sonny, it’s *Madam* to you!”
He even apologised.
So he should have.
I’m old enough to be his mother 🙂

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Calm roles do not work when you turn on your PC and find that *all* of your passwords and *all* of your internet history (which usually hangs around for 21 days) have magically disappeared overnight.
I do not have time for these games today dear PC. Please be nice to me…

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Play a calm role.
Pretend you are calm.
Adopt the characteristics of a calm person.
Pretend that others see you as a calm person.
In no time at all you’ll be a calm person.

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Trying to decide whether this or this* (via neveratoss) is the hottest contender for the “Make BW Laugh Award of the Week” for this week (BTW I’ve copyrighted that one 😉 ).
Last week it was won by NB Peter , and the first week I can’t remember who I gave it to, but it was funny at the time (if it was you, apologies, and let me know. I have the memory of a goldfish, only worse, for trivia).
Nothing like announcing a new feature after it’s started, now is there 🙂
Weekly winners will be announced every weekend.
You have been challenged.
* actually, only original blog funnies (not blog links) count, so it’s a one-horse race at the moment.

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I’m a strange Witch. You all know that by now 😉
For company I have the birds and the bees (hens and white doves (oh – forgot to say – they seem to be sitting on eggs again, so hopefully there will be Oveletts in a couple of weeks) and honey bees) and a ginger fluffy cat 😉
So, don’t expect me to keep normal witching hours either. I’ve always been like a cave-woman – awake when it’s light and asleep as soon as it gets dark. Most inconvenient in winter, which is why I turn into a SAD Witch then. But, I love this time of year. The hour or two between when the light comes back into the world and when most of the rest of the world wakes up is my favourite time. It’s a very peaceful, yet thought-inspiring and creative time.
I am undoubtedly a morning person. I can get more done in the first two hours of the day than in all the rest.
So, this morning, waking early, as the sun was coming up and the dawn chorus was starting, I forced my aching and bruised body from my bed and made tea, which I took into The Coven Grounds. Walking round, sipping tea, admiring our handiwork in building The Turret over the Bank Holiday (there is nothing so thrilling to me as looking at something that Mr BW and I have created together), looking at the new flowers that have come out in the tubs and borders, planning what to move or plant where next, breathing the crisp, fresh, morning air, cut through with the bright sun’s rays, seeing a kestrel, a hare, a rabbit and three pheasants in the field behind, having Blanche D’Ove flying round with me and the hens and Fluffy following me around….. Magic, pure magic 🙂

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Rushing is something we have invented. It is man-made. Since it was invented by humans we can uninvent it.
Probably.

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Considering that I’m a female Witch, I don’t reckon I’ve done badly. Yesterday’s eye candy had it’s price (you’d have to visit the comments boxes I do to understand that one 😉 and, sorry Darren, no pics, cos I wouldn’t like it if he put one of me up on his blog (if he had one) without asking, so I’m not putting one of him up here, and anyway, Dave might be upset 😉 ).
Today I was out there, shifting sand and gravel and playing with the cement mixer again. 2 more tonnes of cement – this time, foundations for the floor of the new feature (which a near neighbour has named “The Turret” (Mr BW thinks we should get a cannon to top it off with now)) and a plinth for the seat to sit on. It was quite fun playing a workman though.
Mr BW is *so* untidy when he’s working, it really drives me mad. Look, I even got a black sack out so he could put the empty cement bags and used latex gloves straight in – but no, he still insisted on throwing them just anywhere and then watching while I picked them up. And tool abuse…. when I think how my father and grandfather used to polish theirs, they would not be impressed if they saw Mr BW throwing them about any old where, covered in all sorts of stuff. Plus, we got an absolutely brand spanking new cement mixer from the hire shop, so it has to go back looking clean. So – it’s obvious – keep it clean as you go, hose it off at every opportunity. Except that Mr BW thought it was easiest to get it as messy as possible then get me to clean it off at the end. Never ask someone who sits somewhere on the OCD continuum to clean up a cement mixer… It took me bloody hours.
To give you some idea of how we work – think Tommy Walsh, without the attitude (and some of the weight) but just as much stamina, for Mr BW, and Charlie Dimmock, with more attitude, but with less hair and a bra, and that’s me. So, we are absolutely knackered. Every last muscle is making its presence felt. Have to think really hard to even get one foot to walk in front of the other. We were even too tired to talk to each other as we were making something to eat earlier.
I think it’s bed time.
Night night blogworld said Blue Witch.

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Is it safe for the candle and rose to retire yet?

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To see and acknowledge the negative in a situation and embrace whatever positive is there – that is the true definition of courage.

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In two minds
I’m always really interested in things that bring together psychological knowledge and research to provide a new slant or add a different angle to subjects. Over at bignjuicyville on Thursday, drD linked to an article from the Guardian ‘Life’ supplement by Simon Baron-Cohen, Professor of Developmental Psychopathology and Co-Director of the Autism Research Centre at Cambridge. He has conducted extensive research into autism spectrum disorders (ASDs) at the psychological, diagnostic, and neuroscientific levels.
His latest theory, which emanates from his work in this area (and attempts to explain ASDs – now thought to affect 1 person in 200 – in these terms), is The empathising-systemising (E-S) theory.
His theory is that the female brain is predominantly hard-wired for empathy, and that the male brain is predominantly hard-wired for understanding and building systems.
“Empathising is the drive to identify another person’s emotions and thoughts, and to respond to these with an appropriate emotion. The empathiser intuitively figures out how people are feeling, and how to treat people with care and sensitivity. Systemising is the drive to analyse and explore a system, to extract underlying rules that govern the behaviour of a system; and the drive to construct systems. The systemiser intuitively figures out how things work, or what the underlying rules are controlling a system. Systems can be as varied as a pond, a vehicle, a computer, a maths equation, or even an army unit. They all operate on inputs and deliver outputs, using rules.
According to this theory, a person (whether male or female) has a particular “brain type”. There are three common brain types: for some individuals, empathising is stronger than systemising. This is called the female brain, or a brain of type E. For other individuals, systemising is stronger than empathising. This is called the male brain, or a brain of type S. Yet other individuals are equally strong in their systemising and empathising. This is called the “balanced brain”, or a brain of type B. There are now tests you can take to see which type (E, S, or B) you are. Not which type you’d like to be, but which you actually are.
A key feature of this theory is that your sex cannot tell you which type of brain you have. Not all men have the male brain, and not all women have the female brain. The central claim of this new theory is only that on average, more males than females have a brain of type S, and more females than males have a brain of type E. “
Clichéd, stereotypical tales of the relative strengths of men and women always annoy me. I noticed that even the BBC’s Breakfast TV programme this morning were trying to generate reaction from the audience on a slow-news day by reviving the “Are women bad drivers?” debate. BUT, the E-S theory goes beyond such anecdotal evidence to pull together the scientific evidence, and investigate the origins of the identifiable sex differences. It draws from scientific research on children’s play, non-verbal interactions, social interactions, eye contact, vocational preferences, directional skills, clinical studies of genetic conditions etc etc. There’s lots more information in the article.
In my opinion, Baron-Cohen’s synthesis of current knowledge and research is skilful. Where it falls down is in the attempt provide pop-psychology appeal with its 2 tests of 60 questions each, one to give an empathy quotient and the other a systemising quotient. As any A level Psychology student will tell you, never, never, should multiple-choice questions be written as negatives! Baron-Cohen’s tests are full of them: “I don’t like to take risks”, “When I’m in a plane, I do not think about the aerodynamics”, “I don’t consciously work out the rules of social situations”, “I do not read legal documents very carefully”, “I can usually appreciate the other person’s viewpoint, even if I don’t agree with it”. Try rating those on a scale: agree strongly – agree slightly – disagree slightly – disagree strongly, particularly when the question before it has been phrased positively!
However.
I did my own bit of research (purely for professional reasons you understand 😉 and found that:
My Empathy Quotient score is 57 (This apparently means I have an above average ability for understanding how other people feel and responding appropriately and that I know how to treat people with care and sensitivity. Most women score about 47 and most men about 42)
My Systemizing Quotient score is 55 (This apparently means that I have a very high ability for analysing and exploring a system. On average women score about 24 and men score about 30. Almost no women – but lots of people with Asperger’s Syndrome – score at this level)
So, now it’s official. I’m a freak. Can’t possibly have an Asperger-like ability to analyse things and be overly empathetic, can I?
Positive affirmation is all I ever need, so that’s fine now, I’ll just take myself off to find someone to empathise with and sort out. Ah……. yes… looks like we are all drawn towards vocations that exploit our natural strengths…. 🙂

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This was first sent to me four years ago. I’ve seen it many times since. I still like it. I’ve added one on the end.
What I’ve learned.
I’ve learned – that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is pursue them and hope they panic and give in.
I’ve learned – that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.
I’ve learned – that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better have a big dick or huge tits.
I’ve learned – that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others – they are more fucked up than you think.
I’ve learned – that it’s taking me a long time to sleep with the person I want.
I’ve learned – you should always leave loved ones with loving words. You may need to borrow money.
I’ve learned – that either you control your attitude or you will be offered medication.
I’ve learned – that money is a great substitute for character.
I’ve learned – that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones who do so.
I’ve learned – that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean you can’t take advantage of them when they’re passed out and naked in your bed.
I’ve learned – that your family won’t always be there for you. Unless, of course, you win the lottery.
I’ve learned – that no matter how good a guy is, he’ll eventually revert.
I’ve learned – that two people can screw the exact same person and compare notes.
I’ve learned – that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon. And all the less important ones just never go away.
I’ve learned – to say “Fuck them if they can’t take a joke” in 6 languages.
I’ve learned – not to try to give up blogging. Cos people round here are too nice, and many of them seem to have been there too. Thank you all for your support in recent days. It’s time I stopped worrying about appearing “professional” and “detached” to those I work with and started accepting that I’m human. It’s what I spend my life telling people, after all. And, if you’re one of them, and you’re shocked by what you’ve found/will find here, then see just above.

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What’s the difference between a ‘friend’ and an ‘acquaintance’?
How many people know the difference?
How many people acknowledge the difference?
How many people use the term ‘friend’ when they really mean ‘acquaintance’?

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I’ve just been Googled and translated!
Was das gut?
Not sure about “Blaue Hexe” though.
I prefer “La sorciere bleu” if I *have* to be differentially linguified.

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Am I the only person getting “SHIVA Faryade by Seda” – a page in what could be Arabic – when clicking on Brick’s blog? (either from my link in the LH bar or by typing it in?). I have been doing spells to get this new wall garden feature of ours up quickly, but I thought they’d been answered favourably yesterday when we found someone to do the bricklaying for a few quid on Sunday (he’s not religious, obviously!) which will save Mr BW crucifying himself doing it. Sorry, Brick, if it’s me wonky spells….
Off to play the other brickie’s mate now….

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Confusion, confusion…
AKA Life….
Thank you all, sincerely, for all your comments and emails to my post yesterday. It’s always encouraging and helpful to find that one isn’t alone in attempting to make sense of something where there isn’t an obvious solution.
Now I’m getting fascinated by the parallels in other’s experience here. I suppose they shouldn’t be that surprising to me, given that we must all choose to read just a few blogs from the many thousands out there according to some, probably subconscious, criteria that mean they ring some sort of bell with us. Which must, surely, make it more likely that we will have shared or similar experiences?
If I was in a ‘bloggy’ rather than ‘sympathy needed’ mood, I’d be telling you about the visit of a couple of Mr BW’s oldest friends to The Coven last night. Complete with 5 year old and 4 month old boys. But, I really must ask one question. WHY is it that parents of kids don’t clean up the mess their kids make in your bathroom when they go in after them? WHY? Fortunately, my wonderful cleaner is coming in this afternoon rather than tomorrow (my one real ‘luxury’ that, and worth every penny that I pay her as I would otherwise spend all week obsessing about housework). I have taped up the door so I don’t forget and go in there by mistake. Yuck.

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Not quite sure where this post / line of thought is going to finish up, so I’ll just start and see where it goes. It’s probably going to turn into a ramble, but see if you can follow…
Despite appearances sometimes, I am a very private person. Possibly because of the sort of work I do, but more, I suspect, due to upbringing and life events (which undoubtedly led me into the sort of work I do).
I never intended to start a blog. I just got fascinated by the psychological and sociological aspects, and got drawn in. Once I started, I found myself spending more and more time and thought on it. Possibly not to the exclusion of other things, as I used to spend a lot of time contributing to various internet education forums and financial discussion boards, and it was just transfered interest / time.
I am a dreadful perfectionist. I used to be very competitive. But, bitter experience has tempered my once cutting ambition. I now know when to stop, or not to start something because it’s never going to be good enough. Or, perhaps more correctly, it’s never going to be good enough for me, given the amount of effort that I am prepared to put in, or commit to. That’s how I feel about the BW template. I know it’s a mess in all but Internet Explorer. Mr Wiz gave me a copy of Netscape which I loaded, but then took off again (partly because it tried to take over my computer, but mainly because I couldn’t bear to see BW looking imperfect). In it’s present format, it is far from perfect anyway, and Mr Wiz has put together a simpler, cleaner template for me. All I have to do is transfer over the codes for the links, rings, stats, comments etc, but it all seems like too much effort, because, at the end of the day, I am in total awe of what most of the rest of you do with your code. If I can’t compete, I won’t play.
My life is very different to most people’s of my age. Mr BW and I have chosen not to have Witchletts. We’re not particularly interested in the media, celebrities, sport, socialising with people we don’t know well, consumerism, or non-sustainable over-consumption. We are as green as we can be without becoming freaky. As our ACORN profile says, “They rarely notice advertisements in newspapers and magazines and have a low level of interest in new brands.” However, I enjoy reading blogs written by people who have a very different lifestyle and world view to me, and hope that they may be similarly intrigued by mine.
Last week, by sheer Google fluke, and because I posted something from one of the education forums that I read / contribute to (or used to, pre-blog), the person who originally posted the funny found BW while looking for it, after having lost it. Word quickly spread and other people I know well, personally as well as in cyberspace, discovered BW. I think that they were quite surprised. I’ve deliberately never revealed much personal information on here (things are too traceable in these technological days and I am cautious, to be honest, bloody paranoid, but, long ago I learnt that just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not all out to get me 🙂 ) and, deliberately cautious about what I write (sometimes using the non-Google-able comments boxes to add information) I hadn’t expected to be found quite so easily.
Also, last week, Mummy BW asked me where to find some information and I told her what to put into Google. As I said it, I realised that I’d mentioned said item in BW, and, knowing how high up a lot of searches I’ve featured, I have since lived in fear of the phone call informing me that she has found it and doesn’t approve. 15 or so years ao, my brother found it necessary to go on Kilroy as the “featured person” to let my mother know how much he resented the pressure she put on him to do well academically and how this caused him to fail first his A levels, then his final degree exams. I well remember how hurt she was by this, and wouldn’t like her to feel the same way about anything she might read in BW.
All of a sudden I stopped feeling secure about being able to use BW as an outlet for some things I needed to put into words and share with the People in the Great Unknown of cyberspace. I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. I found it hard to write anything other than trivia. My creativity disappeared. Which is a shame as I’d actually begun to enjoy being creative rather than the serious, formal and factual that I usually have to be in my written expression.
Being someone whose livelihood derives from personal interactions with people, I also find electronic communication difficult. Up to 70% of any communication is non-verbal, and all that is lost in email or written blogs. I can be quite challenging in real life. That’s what people pay me to do. So, my style is direct and honest. There is one thing you will always get from me and that is honesty. I just don’t know how to be any other way. I’m bad at hiding what I feel, and would rather be up-front and open about something, even it is difficult, than live with the fall-out of internalised and non-expressed thought. However, knowing someone who is very different to this and has a totally different outlook on the world to me has helped me to understand the balance better than I used to, and this has helped here.
My personal interactional style doesn’t always translate well in just writing. Hence why I use a lot of smileys to indicate when I am having a little bit of fun or having a wry, not to be taken too seriously, dig at something or somebody. Despite the way I push and challenge people, I dislike conflict. In days when I was younger and cared less, I’d head straight for / at situations, and tackle the issue head on. Now I often avoid situations totally, or withdraw rapidly from ones that are feeling uncomfortable.
I also find it hard to cope with rejection. I got far too upset and despondent about BW’s delisting earlier in the week from a blog that I enjoy visiting and find amusing and sometimes thought-provoking (all now resolved, but, I think, a result of misunderstanding of a comment too far). Actually, I find the whole thing of links quite difficult. I know that there are far, far, more blogs linking to BW than I link to. That isn’t because I don’t think they are worth being linked to, it is because I can be quite obsessive and, if I was to put a link on my sidebar, I would want to read it every day, and, I just don’t have the time to commit to that level of involvement, with everything else I do (or rather, should do). If you’re someone who links to me but I don’t link back, that doesn’t mean that I don’t visit you (if I see you appearing in my stats, I’ll usually follow you back). And I do have a “favourites folder” of “blogs linking to me” which I browse if I have some surf-time 🙂
So, here it is…. in short:
I’m not sure that I’m comfortable with BW as a vehicle for my thoughts any more, now that people I know and work with professionally have found it. I’m not happy letting them see a different side to me. I am a pretty paranoid and insecure person, and it seems too threatening. Maybe it’s something I need to come to terms with, rather than running away from. I’m not sure.
It hasn’t helped that none of them have commented (either in the comments or by email). I guess I’m a feedback junkie. If people don’t tell me what they think, I assume the worst. I hate it on days when my commenting system is down (although, to be honest, pro-Enetation is on a separate server to the free version I initially used and is very much more reliable. Plus they email comments to you as soon as they are made, which is great as it means you don’t have to keep refreshing the page to check!).
This all seems very cold and clinical, raw and unformed. I haven’t really spent a lot of time thinking about this. It’s just growing unease. But, I know I can sometimes be impulsive (although, to be fair to myself, not so often these days). I hate woolly thinking and indecisiveness, and need to make decisions having weighed up all the factors. Decisions and guidance for other people I do on a daily basis. Decisions for me can be much harder. Mr BW has learnt that when I can’t make a snap decision it’s because I am not totally convinced, and he never pushes. When I am not totally convinced, we never do something, because if we do, I will hate it in the long-term.
So, I’m left wondering what to do with Blue Witch.
Mr BW and I talked for an hour last night about it. He still doesn’t understand the attraction of blogging, but can see that it was, until recently, having a beneficial effect on my mental state and general mood. He suggested that BW takes a holiday, go to Salem or something. Someone else whose thoughts, opinions and honesty I have come to respect and value a lot since discovering his blog has independently suggested the same to me. The thing is, I’m not the sort of person who finds it easy to make woolly or opt-out decisions, and that seems like it would be one….
Thing is, I’m not totally convinced that I want to give up BW…. but I am not comfortable putting off the decision.
OK, I’ve tried, “Phone a friend” (well, ask and email). I still don’t know. Time to, “Ask the audience,” methinks….

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When is enough enough?

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Sometimes we do ridiculous things.
So what?

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Read the passage, then answer the questions:
The Cordanic is an emurient grof with many fribs; it granks from corite, an olg which cargs like lange. Corite grinkles several other tarences, which garkers excarp by glarking the corite and starping it in tranker-clarped storbs. The tarances starp a chark which is exasperated with worters, branking a slorp. This slorp is graped through severeal corusces, finally frasting a pragety, blickant crankle: coranda. Coranda is a cargurt, grinkling corandic and borigen. The corandic is nacerated from the borigen by means of loracity. Thus garkers finally thrap a glick, brackt, glupous, grapant, cordanic, which granks in many sarps.
1. What is a corandic?
2. What does it grank from?
3. How do garkers excarp the trancers from the corite?
Answers and explanations later, unless any of you linguists care to try to upstage me? 😉
(Nicked, without permission, from Education Forum Ruth 😉 Thanks Ruth.)

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We had a bit of a panic at The Coven yesterday afternoon.
Now that the D’Oves have decided that we are OK as Ove Keepers (unlike the last ones who flew away at the first opportunity (bastards)), Mr BW took off the aviary type contraption that had first kept them in the dovecote for a couple of weeks, then helped them find home when they first flew. I cleaned out and disinfected their compartment, and put in fresh bedding and put back some of their previous twigs and straw nesting materials.
They watched us with their black beady eyes from the apex of the house roof, where they spend most of their waking hours, when they’re not doing beautiful acrobatics in view of my window (I swear that Mr BW has programmed them to fly past occasionally just to check I am working 😉
Then, they came back to the dovecote to inspect what we’d done. Weiss nearly knocked himself out flying into one of the false compartments (a black painted piece of wood over the front of the arched door, cos we don’t want too many D’Oves). Blanche took one look in her rearranged compartment and made it very clear that she disliked my housekeeping. She then started looking into the other empty compartments. I was wailing, “But there’s no newspaper and bedding in those, they’ll make such a mess, I’ll never get them clean!” (not that I’m obsessive, or anything 😉 Then, they vanished.
I was convinced that they had deserted us, just like the last ones.
I was just tidying away everything we’d had out in the garden when Mr BW gave a shout “BW, come quick!” In my haste to get from the potting area to where he was I nearly fell into the pond. And, when I arrived, he said, “Look they’re on the summerhouse roof, bob, bob bob, nodding their heads and things.” Well, I thought it would be quite good to have a video of D’Oves, erm, courtship routines, so dashed off to get the videocamera. By the time I returned they were just sitting staring into each other’s eyes.
Later, as the sun was setting, we were sitting by the pond admiring the way the spring bulbs had all come together this year, sipping a nice glass of cold sauvignon blanc and eating macadamia nuts (why can you not get them over here the way you can in the US?), when I suddenly looked up – the D’Oves were at it again. Bob-bob-bob-bob-hop-flap, flapflapflap, hop (translation: Weiss nods, Blanche nods, Weiss nods, Weiss nods, Weiss jumps on Blanche, Weiss flaps his wings 3 times, Weiss hops off). That was it! So, now you know. “Lovey dovey” is a myth. 3 seconds and that’s it. Just glad I’m not a dove 😉
Now, will we have Oveletts this time round? Watch this space in 17-18 days…

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In the future, will finger joint replacements become as popular as hip and knee replacements are now, due to all the typing us computer generation do?

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Well, this may be yet more media manipulation, but, having heard Mr BW’s stories of how the Iraq situation is being reported in the US, I suspect that there may be more than a grain of truth in it… (thanks to dustbinman for the link)
I’m trying to persuade Mr BW to guest blog it for us. But he does have rather a lot of things to catch up on after being away from The Coven and The Office for 8 days. Plus he’s picked up a nasty aeroplane virus to go with his already lost voice. I’ll keep feeding him the hot lemon and honey and hope he gets better soon. Can’t have him at home with a sick-note when the new postie gets here in the morning, now can I? (note careful choice of words there) 😉

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“Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve. You don’t have to know about Plato and Aristotle to serve. You don’t have to know Einstein’s theory of relativity to serve. You don’t have to know the second theory of thermodynamics in physics to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.”
– Martin Luther King

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The true cost of war.

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Well, the postman spell has finally worked.
And how 😉
Believe me, it was worth waiting for! Every minute of the 4 years I have been complaining to The Management about the fact that, when our regular postie is off sick or on holiday, often we don’t get any post (sometimes for days on end), because they don’t have anyone who knows the walk. Now, why do they insist on still calling rural van-delivered rounds, “walks” just like the delivery areas in towns that are done on foot? That’s just plain daft!
Anyway, I was awoken from my comatose state by the doorbell. I considered not answering it, as often on a Saturday morning it is a honey customer wanting 10 jars rather than the amount he could help himself to from the honey box outside the door for self-service. But, I did. I’m not often asleep at 9.30am, but I was rather tired. So, I stumbled to the door, sort of pulling on my dressing gown as I did. Only I washed it yesterday and hadn’t reattached the belt so couldn’t tie it up. So it was that I opened the door, and found, standing there, quite the best piece of eye candy I have seen in a long time. All young, cute and smiley and, ooohhhh. Perfectly proportioned. Straight off the cover of any magazine. And wearing shorts. But, sadly, there was me, bleary-eyed, trying to sign for a special delivery item, with my hair in its morning state, without letting my cordless dressing gown reveal all, while at the same time trying to make introductory postman type conversation to something that was quite tasty.
His name’s Mark, BTW.
I wonder how I can get a picture of him to share with you?
And how much would it cost me to send myself a signed-for item so that he has to knock on my door every day? 😉

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“I thought forgiveness meant embracing them and inviting them to dinner. Not long ago someone told me that it’s letting go of any hope that the past can be different. It’s gone. That freed me.”
– Oprah Winfrey

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It’s like something from The Birds round here at the moment.
I shouldn’t have been doing so many spells at once. Everything I’ve blogged about recently in the avian line seems to have descended on The Coven in the last half hour.
One of my maran hens has somehow got out from inside the electric netting (fox protection) and is refusing to go back in (no fox protection); Blanche and Weiss are flying around like concordes, they have brought 8 collared doves home to play; there are 2 male pheasants and a hen over in the field squawking away and doing all sorts of things I don’t care to watch; the blue tits are intent on building a nest by the bedroom window; and a heron has just arrived. He’s almost as tall as me (5’9″) and I’m sure he’s the same one who cleaned out all the small fish from the pond 2 years ago before we completely netted it and zig-zagged fishing line over it.
I don’t think I can go outside right now. Cos I can’t remember what happens at the end of the film…

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To anyone who ever had a desire to know their fairy name….
Fly over to here and all will be revealed (link via Moi):
Although I can’t say I particularly like what Blue Witch translates to:
Milsten AutumnLegs of the Golden Dell
I like it more than what happens if I change my gender:
Fupler AshBelly of the Sleepy Hedges
Unlike many of these kinds of site, this one is consistent over time / visits (look, I was trying to get it to give me a better name, so I went there more than once, OK? 😉 ), so maybe it is for real?

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Well, with the sort of day that I’m having at The Coven so far, I was jolly pleased to find (via b3ta’s weekly email today) that I am obviously a good, erm ‘gardener’ – I got 9/10 on this erm, identification quiz.
I was asking on here a while ago whether anyone knew where I could get some pot plants (plug plants). No-one did. Talking to a friend who is a JP (hedging my bets here, cultivating The Beak, in advance, just in case 🙂 ) the other day, I discovered why. While it is perfectly legal, in this country, to possess the seeds, the minute you germinate them you become a criminal. Now, I always thought that having seeds was a criminal offence too, and could never understood why you could obtain them, but not plants, over the net. Witchy a criminal? Good grief! Perish the thought!!
And if anyone is any good at dealing with dead goldfish in ponds, could they hustle on round to The Coven cos I’ve got one and it can’t stay there until Mr BW gets back tomorrow, nor can I bear to do anything about it. Hopefully Fluffy will find it, fish it out and eat it soon. Hopefully…
Update: I’ve just found a second part to that quiz. And scored full marks. I must have had a mis-spent youth, mustn’t I? 😉

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I had loads of ideas for this little feature, then I found that there was a long list of similar things, 3 in each category, going around and posted in lots of places in blogland. After that, I lost interest… As with most things, I’m not interested in following the crowd or doing the same things as other people.
But, I still have a list, and I hate having lists with things not crossed off. One reason I use a Palm PDA is that it keeps lists so neat and can tell you exactly what you need to do at any particular place or day or with any particular person. It also automatically archives everything you have done, so if you have one of those days when you feel you never accomplish anything, all you have to do is pull up the “completed items” list on your PDA (or PC, as they work together) and see the proof that it ain’t so.
So, by way of closure on this little abandoned feature, here’s a few more:
5 celebrities I’d like to meet:
No, can’t think of one. I’m so uninterested in this sort of “culture” it’s unbelievable.
5 people I’d like to be on a desert island with:
1. Mr BW
Erm, can’t think of anyone else I could stand, long-term.
5 things I couldn’t live without:
1. Mr BW
If you have found your soul-mate the rest is irrelevant.
5 values that are important to me:
1. Integrity
2. Responsibility
3. Respect
4. Inner harmony
5. Personal development
(My original post on personal values that gives more information about this, definitions of the terms, and a downloadable pesonal values questionnaire to enable you to work out your own PVs, is here)

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When you know something isn’t your fault or under your control, relax – and let the others sputter if they need to do that.

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Here’s some light-hearted fun surfing for everyone who feels burdened by stupid bureaucracy and needless form filling. Privacy International has just published the results of their ‘Most Stupid Security Measures Named and Shamed’ survey:
Full results can be found here. My personal favourite is ‘Nomination 19’:
“Shortly after Richard Reid’s attempt to light his shoes, I boarded a flight from San Francisco to London on British Airways. Travelling alone, I was singled out by the computer for further inspection. The polite inspector informed me that he had to check my shoes for explosives. I dutifully removed them and handed them to him. He picked them up one by one and slammed them down on the floor with full force. Apparently, as they hadn’t exploded, they were not dangerous, and he handed them back to me to put back on. Let this be a warning to future terrorists. Your explosive shoes may go off in the crowded departure lounge instead of on board the plane.”
Hmmm. *BW thinks*
What are the most pointless, stupid, or counter-productive things that happen in organisations you are involved with?

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In a very weird frame of mind this morning, largely because I am really tired. I’m bad at structuring time when Mr BW is away, and I end up staying up way too late. I was brought up within an amazingly structured environment, where meals were at set times, including “elevenses” at 10.45am and cups of tea at 4.00pm. I suppose my current modus operandi is a rebellion against that. In fact, thinking about it, most of the things I do, or don’t do, now are a rebellion against how I feel about something that has happened in the past. When I was an employee, I had to be on time at numerous appointments every day. Needless to say, me being me, I was never late. Now I often push things just a little bit, arrive just a bit late, just because I can. There is no-one to tell me off. I hate being told off or criticised. Plus, it then makes people think that if you are so terribly busy that you arrive a bit late, then you must be terribly important 😉 (actually, when people arrive late I usually think they are terribly rude, so bang goes my theory…!)
So, having fed the hens, collected the eggs, told the D’Oves they were beautiful, made some tea, I turned on the TV. First story I heard, British Airways and Air France have announced that Concorde will be discontinued from the end of October, and maybe even from 31st May, if passenger numbers don’t increase sufficiently. I suspect they will, somehow. Great marketing ploy BA/AF. Well, that’s one thing I’ll never get to do. Never mind, Mummy and Daddy Blue Witch recently offered me the tiny porcelain salt and pepper pots they had as a souvenir (and yes, they did ask permission!) when they flew to NY in 1980. I will have a piece of history. To go with all my other “pieces of history”. You’d probably call it old junk, but I like it, and that’s what’s important 🙂
And what do I think about what’s happening in Iraq? I *know* that I could never kill anything, let alone anyone. I even have trouble killing a bee if it needs doing. Against that, and my basic belief that everything is ultimately negotiable, it’s outside my ability to conceptualise. Simplistic Witch, me. Actually, I am thinking lots, but there are many others around writing much more eloquently about it than I could, so I’ll save my fingers.

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As for domesticity, it ages one rapidly, and distracts one’s mind from higher things.
– Oscar Wilde

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Oooh, weird, weird, I just accidentally hit the wrong link in a sidebar and ended up at Swish Cottage (not one of my regular reads) … to discover David over there has also been doing a minute-by-minute account. Different perspective, different style, different emphasis. But, the same sentiments about the war. Compare and contrast – that’s what blogging is all about, IMHO. Oh, and David, as I write, looks like the head is on its way to you 😉

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Hmmm… looks like the candle and rose won’t be needed for much longer.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such weird pictures on TV in the afternoon. As I write, the US Marines are trying to pull down the statue of SH in the centre of Baghdad with a series of wires attached to their APC. Fortunately they have now got the Iraqi musclemen with sledgehammers who were attacking the stone pedestal to move back – I was convinced that someone was going to get badly injured the way they were laying into it.
But, it can be so therapeutic to be physical like that. Gets rid of so much pent-up frustration. One of the BW Top Tips for badly behaved kids. Buy them a punchbag (or get them a huge floor cushion – but not one filled with polystyrene chips!). Works for adults too. Don’t look what hangs from the rafters of the garage/workshop at The Coven….
Update: they’ve gone too far now – in addition to the rope noose that the Iraqi people put round SH’s neck earlier, the US Marines have now covered the head with a Stars and Stripes. Sorry, but that is an AFFRONT to the people who have died – ah they agree, it’s come off again…
3.40pm Update 2: flag now replaced by the Iraqi flag….
3.48pm: Update 3: it’s down. Well, dangling head-down off its base anyway… “A Symbolic and Emotional Moment.”

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I really have a huge urge not to tell you. Despite all my comments tarting, you have only *just* come up with the requisite 10 entries (and I am being a bit generous about what constitutes a qualifying entry). I toyed with the idea of making this into an experiment to demonstrate how people can be tricked into revealing aspects of their lives they’d never normally announce in public. Also, last night, by one of those very weird search co-incidences, Google opened the eyes of people who know me from another forum. Well, they know a *very* different Blue Witch. Welcome along people, and just remember, we all need a creative outlet for our frustrations, somewhere…
But, I’m an Honorable Witch of My Word, so…..
There have been plenty of *voyeurs* here (more hits yesterday than *any* other day!), but, hell, we all have a peep given a good link, and hope no-one notices, don’t we? 😉 (why is it that everyone thinks that *they* are the only one? ;))
And all I’ll say is, Eloon, you’ve got a helluva lot of kinky friends, haven’t you dear? 😉
So, we finally got to 10 confessions.
Not that I’m trying to top any of those (and not that that is in *any* way a confession, in itself ;), but…. (and these are in no particular order, lest Mr BW feel slighted, but, darling, I have only known you for a quarter of my life, and 0.4% of my *legal* life) – although, it has to be said, the older you get, the less appealing the thought of being charged under some rarely used section of the Obscenity Act gets….
1. In a graveyard somewhere in the SW of England
2. In an orange survival bag somewhere near the top of the Naranjo in The Picos de Europa, Northern Spain
3. 22,000 feet up over the Atlantic (and, no, we didn’t get seen, nor did I ask the flight attendant for my certificate, but we did choose the middle of the night, 2 hours after dinner, and after the best film finished 😉
4. On the top floor of B block at Millfield School (map here)
5. In a pine glade in the snow by a road in the Auvergne in France
6. Against the font of a Methodist church
7. In the showers of campsites in several parts of France
8. In the warm sea 15 feet from the shore in Green Turtle Cay, Bahamas, where we got married
9. In a stable (horse not there, although evidence of horse’s presence was in abundant evidence after) (I’m fairly sure that it wasn’t with Peter, but….. 😉
10. In the Coven Grounds. Not overlooked, except through a hawthorn hedge that borders the highway for 100m… I think it was mid-summer, and the leaves were on the trees, but…
So now you know the answer to the question, “Why Blue Witch?” 😉
And that’s just 10…
10 random hits, too…
I’m sure I’ll think of some better ones later.
Now, if Mummy Blue Witch ever finds this page, I’m stuffed, so to speak…. 😉 😀 😛 (She probably always wanted to know anyway… How about – 5 things mothers always wanted to ask their daughters but were too scared to ask?)

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Cecily: This is no time for wearing the shallow mask of manners. When I see a spade I call it a spade.
Gwendolen: I am so glad to say that I have never seen a spade. It is obvious that our social spheres have been widely different.
– Oscar Wilde (The Importance of being Earnest)
He was a blogger, ahead of his time, I’m sure 🙂

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Hey, could we possibly have 4 more confessions? cos I’ve just finished the draft of the 5 most interesting places… and I really want to post it… 😉 89 visitors today (so far) and you can only manage 6 confessions. Oh, perleese….. you upright and upstanding lot you… (or maybe not…)

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The Blue bit is just a bit out of control.
I’m oscillating between being very up and very down; very silly and very sensible; manic and very lazy; happier than I’ve been for ages and on the verge of tears.
All this seems to be happening on an almost hourly basis.
There’s lots of things in my head that I want to put somewhere, so I am just storing one-liners in one of my little BW files, ready for ‘The Time When’ I feel like developing the ideas into something else.
Trouble is, that isn’t really helping too much, cos it’s just adding to the feeling of things spinning out of control.
Oh, and Blanche and Weiss D’Ove have given up on their eggs. Pushed one out of the dovecote and the other got stuck on a ledge. But they were flying around beautifully earlier on. I told Mr BW they hadn’t done it properly. He said, “But I saw them on top of each other when they were eating!” I said,… erm no, never mind, there I go, reverting to the basest from of humour as I seem totally incapable of getting anything more sensible down.
Normal service may be resumed sometime soon.
Then again…..

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I like being a Grubby Witch. I admit to not having got showered, or dressed, all day on Sunday. Although I did brush my teeth 3 times. I always love getting in the shower when I am all hot and sweaty (Mummy Blue Witch would say, horses sweat, men perspire and women glow – well, Mummy BW, all I can say is, you obviously weren’t here on Monday morning or you’d have changed your mind 😉 sticky after a whole day and 2 nights in my night attire (whatever that may be, I’ll leave it to your imagination).
So, today, we’ll have a naughty five (erm, yes, I should have copyrighted it, I have noticed that DG has nicked the concept today, albeit with one letter changed), but we’ll do it a bit differently today. I have to go out for most of the day, to earn some pennies to keep the Oves and Hens in corn, and the Bees in new foundation comb, and the Fish off my dinner plate, so, if, by the time I come back, there are 10 relevant comments from 10 different people, then I’ll tell you the 5 most interesting places that I’ve had sex. Now, I am aware that Mr BW might find this quite interesting, but, he’s several thousand miles away, and it will give him something to think about when he’s missing me 😉 (I was 30 when I met him, after all, and, no, later, maybe…..). I only need one answer per person, unless you want to boast… so, it’s down to you folks….. tell me the most interesting place you’ve had sex 😉
Update: goodness gracious me. Only 4 confessions! I suppose half my regular commentators are out of the country atm, but, really…. Do I assume that you are all a load of virgins? That you are all being coy? That you all only ever have sex in bed? Or that you think I have over-stepped the mark here? No, I think not. To all of these. So, I’ll just let this one take it’s time. If and when we get from the current 4 to 10 confessions from readers, *then* this blogger will confess all 😉 Actually, during the day I’ve remembered quite a few interesting places I’d like to forget, so this could, eventually, prove interesting 😉 And, hey, drD, worry not about Mr BW, his email is stuffed and I doubt he’s got time to surf (too busy gambling – he apparently won $125 playing Blackjack with a coach on Sunday night. He’s not a gambling man, either – allows himself $10 which he fiddles on the week’s expenses, and never re-invests more than his original stake if he wins). There will be plenty of posts on top of this one before he gets to read up next Monday 😉

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My 5 favourite hot drinks
1. Tea (Sainsbury’s Assam)
2. Hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate bits
3. Tea (Whittard’s Mango Indica)
4. Ovaltine
5. Hot milk with honey and a sprinkle of ginger or cinnamon (and a slug of something too, purely for medicinal value, of course)
Right, that’s eating and drinking seen off the premises, now for the interesting ones. But, first you have to tell me what your favourite hot drinks are?

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Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their life a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
– Oscar Wilde

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If I get all the boring ones out of the way first, I can do the interesting ones later in the week, can’t I?
My 5 favourite drinks (alcoholic)
1. Red wine
2. G&T (but don’t give me anything but Gordon’s)
3. Champagne
4. Dry white wine
5. Pimm’s (but do make it properly)
Just in case that list looks as, erm, sad, as it does to me, I’ll add:
6. Dry cider (preferably scrumpy)
Just so you get the gist of what this Witch is about 🙂
I would recommend not mixing 1. and 6. though. I did once, at a BBQ, during a car treasure hunt weekend in Northern France. Probably the last time we had a ‘whole family’ outing. Mum, Dad and my brother, in my brother’s brand spanking new company car, with a blow-up frog and a fluffy elephant tied on the roof. One May Bank Holiday in the early 90s. Can’t remember how I got roped in, but it was one of the best weekends we’d ever had as a family. The entire weekend had to be done in fancy dress, and Mother decided we’d go as a bunch of reverse Norman invaders. It was thus that I ended up being dressed up as a peasant (wrapped in sheets and looking like a nun), sat in the back of my brother’s car and being driven through a village ‘en fête’. A bunch of local lads, seeing 2 grown men dressed in sackcloth (with old curtains as capes), and 2 women apparently dressed as nuns, sitting in a car with English number plates, whooped with joy and decided to try to put a handful of confetti through the open car window. Unfortunately for them, they hadn’t expected me to know nearly as many colloquial phrases in French as I do in English. To say that they were surprised to be told, in French, to go f* themselves backwards, by an English nun, would be a huge understatement 😉 They ran off muttering about needing to go to church to atone for their sins and expecting divine retribution or something.
Anyway, tales of this feat reached the campsite where we were all (about 80 of us in total) staying in chalets, well before we got back, and I spent the evening enjoying celebrity status and teaching more useful French phrases, and getting slowly pissed on Normandy cider with the odd glass of Merlot thrown in. So it was that at 11.30pm, at the age of 30-ish, I was throwing up in the chalet with my Mum rubbing my back soothingly and telling me she was sorry she’d let me mix my drinks. I don’t think I have ever been that ill after drinking, either before or since. Actually, maybe there was one time, when I threw up on the steps of the University of London post-grad hall of residence in Paddington in my second week in London in 1981. But, that’s a tale for another time.
Oh, to hell with it, I’ll forget…. let’s do it now – it involved Midori (a Japanese melon liqueur in a beautiful knobbled square green glass bottle) and 14 vodka and orange juices. I was reminded of this event by a flier for Steve Earle’s biography that I was handed at the concert we went to last week. It said, ‘Steve Earle on Romance: “She could match me hit for hit and drink for drink and suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and I was twenty-one years old: how the hell was I supposed to know it wasn’t love?” ‘ You can draw your own conclusions 😉
Anyway, getting back to the point of this, what are your 5 favourite tipples?

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You can have precisely zero idea what’s coming around the corner at any point in your life.

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Fives
No, not that game known to those of us who were fortunate enough to have childhoods before the advent of gross over-consumerism made any games that didn’t actually cost money lose their appeal, this week’s serial is going to be about five things in certain categories. One of those imagine you could only take 5 of X things to a dessert desert (I always want to mis-spell that!) island type things.
Starting with my 5 favourite foods.
1. Mango (fresh or dried)
2. Avocado (must be au point, not black)
3. Rocket (or roquette if you are pretentious)
4. Potatoes (oven jacketed by choice)
5. Brie (ripe and running off the plate)
I have always said that I was an odd Witch 😉
I didn’t set out to do it, but I reckon that list would make a fairly reasonably balanced diet on its own.
What are your 5 favourite foods?

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After a day of doing nothing much yesterday, except sorting out and ordering a new desk (when junk expands to fill available space, BW gets more space 🙂 moping and moving papers around in an unmotivated way, today I am being manic. Like, manic. Moving stuff around, tidying stuff up, getting inspired….
At the last count I currently have 11 tasks open and being attended to. Just spent half an hour looking for the CD that I knew I’d brought in from the car yesterday afternoon. I knew I had it, without its box, in my hand, and that I brought it in. And I was desperate to play it. Not that we don’t have about 350 other CDs that I could have selected from, I wanted that particular one. Finally, in desperation, I went and looked in the CD player in the car. And yes, there it still was. I’m going mad… (again 🙂
Now, why is it that I have these phases of only wanting to play one CD, endlessly, for days at a time, then get suddenly bored of it and don’t play it for months?

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Audacity augments courage; hesitation, fear.
– Nigerian proverb.

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Seems I’ve run out of things to say about events in the Middle East, in common with most people it would appear. As I’m still getting squillions of hits from people looking for piccies and funnies on said subject, and because I forgot to post them before as I promised, they are here, here, here and here. All rather past their sell-by date, but, what the heck.

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So, Mr BW is away.
I hate it when he’s not here.
My structure leaves with his departure.
I’m not good at being disciplined and actually doing something useful at the weekend when he’s not around. I cope in the week, I have things that I have and need to do to keep The Coven running and a few pennies coming in. But, the weekends are another matter.
When I was an employed worker, structure provided itself. I just ran round like a headless chicken trying to keep all the plates on poles spinning. Now, I am perfectly capable of spending all day being frightfully busy but getting nothing useful done.
I thought about what I might do today:
Plant all the plants that I bought yesterday when I was feeling down (I always buy plants when I get depressed, that’s why The Coven has such a plant-full garden).
Erm, no, then I’d have nothing to do tomorrow….
Write some smutty stuff for BW.
Erm no, appealing as though being experimental is (and quite fashionable atm), sooner or later someone I know will find me here, and as I don’t usually read that sort of stuff, they might realise that it’s being written from [next bit deleted in the interests of good taste] 😉
Do a test to determine whether rechargeable batteries, Costco own-brand or Duracells are the best value for money.
Erm, no, that would involve too much effort, maybe later in the week 😉
Put all the photos I’ve taken since xmas into their nice FlashFoto albums.
Erm, no, because there are some of the Egypt recovered ones that still need printing so the order wouldn’t be right…
Redo the drawer labels for my “education information” filing cabinets.
Erm, no, the black cartridge is nearly out of ink and I don’t want to change it until it has completely run out, and the labels need to be done with a cartridge that isn’t fading fast….
Try playing with some of the nice 900KB digital photos of the Oves and The Coven Grounds in Springtime (currently on CD) and then reducing them to 10KB files to put up here, like Mr Wiz spent an hour and a half on the phone talking me through how to do the other day.
Erm, no, I’ve lost the piece of paper where I wrote down the instructions (sorry Mr Wiz, I guess it will turn up soon…).
Clear some space on Drive D (I only have 577MB left – considering that I have a 20GB hard drive, split equally between C and D, and have no music files and very few image files, you’ll understand what a little klepto I am 🙂
Nah, easier to ring my nice little computer man (the one who looks like Darren) and tell him to get me some more memory….
Finish sorting out the new template for BW.
Erm, no, too scary….
So, guess I’ll carry on sitting here watching Mr D’Ove (aka Weiss) flying past my window every now and then. He is very pretty when he flies along, with his little wings nearly touching over the top of his head. However, someone’s going to need to tell him that he has a fertility problem if those eggs don’t hatch today or tomorrow…

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BW is sad and lonely cos Mr BW has just gone off to Las Vegas to an exhibition for 8 days. I had mentally made a list of all the things I was going to do for the rest of the day. Now I find that he’s already done 95% of them. Goodness knows when, but he does work at the speed of light. I’m such a lucky Witch having Mr BW.
Even better, he signed the bottom of 10 blank sheets of A4 before he went. One thing I can’t do is forge his signature, largely because he’s left-handed and I’m not. And I’ve got loads of letters to write. Most of them complaints. Not in my name 😉
Now then, what could I use the left-over signed papers for? 🙂

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A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
– Oscar Wilde

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Remind me to go out all day again.
I can then come home and find 6 search engine hits from people looking for, for example: “evil witch having sex with man in bed” and “2003 male and female in finland seeking sweet sixteen with names and email address”
I can then be reassured that actually, I am comparatively normal, despite what I might have thought earlier in the day.
I have a colleague who offers sex therapy. Well, he calls it something else, but that’s the long and short of it. I think I might just put up a link. Actually, given the current merchandising climate around these blogland parts, maybe I’ll start offering sex therapy by email. And posting the results here. There’s a few of us around who could do with a laugh at the moment, aren’t there? 😉

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Einstein did not speak at all until he was 3 and a half. Naturally his parents were concerned. One day at dinner he said, “This soup is cold.” Amazed and delighted, Papa said, “Albert, why have you never spoken to us before?” Albert replied, “Until today everything was in good order.” (Jetzt Heute, alles war in Ordnung)

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I have just checked the email in-box into which my messages from the various education forums arrive. I used to be able to keep up with them. Nay, even contribute to the debate in an appreciated way at a fairly high level and volume. Now, PB (post-blog) there are 1200 messages, of which 654 are unread. I’d love to be able to go, “highlight top of list, scroll down, shift, click on bottom of list, hit delete, breathe sigh of relief”. But I can’t. Just can’t. In my usual obsessive way, I just cannot bring myself to do this. There might, after all, be some nugget of info in there somewhere that I just can’t live without (does that word “nugget” remind anyone other than me of those delicious “Golden Nuggets” that were so popular and so scrummy as a breakfast cereal when I was a Young Witch? They were relaunched a couple of years ago, but were smaller and inferior. I haven’t seen them for a while now).
I need to go out.
I need some energy.
I haven’t even managed to get downstairs to make a cup of tea since early this morning, such is my frail physical state today. There is even one of my favourite foods waiting for me to eat it. Fresh beetroot, bought yesterday in the farm shop at Osterley Park, and nicely cooked in no time at all in the pressure cooker (whose sole purpose in life is to cook marmalade oranges and beetroot). However, one thing puts me off starting on eating them. That is, that there are several and I can never stop eating fresh beetroot until I’ve eaten them all. And that always (and invariably) results in that terribly worrying phenomenon (for a couple of days, even though you really know what’s caused it) known at The Coven as “pink plops” 😉

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Despite only getting there 15 minutes before the doors opened, we still managed to get right to the centre front so benefited from being able to lean our weary bodies against the barrier. I’m not sure I could have stood up for 4 hours otherwise. I am Getting Old. Two “No Iraq War” posters on the drum kits immediately endeared them to them. Sadly, from where we were, the vocal to guitar balance was appalling, and, despite shouts from the couple next to me that they couldn’t hear the words, Steve brushed this off with a, “It’s not my fault, it’s the way the room’s been set up!” Do what?!!!
Lovely venue, original old cinema, still with the art deco features. Well, Mr BW said they were art deco, I wasn’t too sure, despite having had lunch on my 40th birthday here, the ultimate in Art Deco Luxury Hotels.
Splendid value for money – 2 hours and 10 minutes of *truly brilliant* musicianship, and goodness knows how many changes of guitar (probably 30 or so in total). And I so wanted to take one of the baby guitars home (do baby guitars have a special name?). But, you already know all about BW and babies, don’t you? As long as they are cute and inanimate it is fine 😉 (reminds me, I nearly nicked one of the tiny stainless steel jugs (about 1 dessertspoon in size) from lunch in the NT stable yesterday, but, remembering that the NT are a charitable organisation, I thought I’d better be too 🙂 DAK where I can get a baby jug like this? I so need one, for my collection…).
Seeing me taking photos, Steve started positioning himself for me to get good shots, and playing to us. Magic. Can’t wait to get the photos developed. Just 8 or 9 feet from him, with an uninterrupted view, they are going to be good. Sad there’s probably not a market… but, there you go. We enjoyed it 🙂
An interesting audience – 99.9% white, predominantly male, either late 50’s, or late 30s – early 40s. But – a few 20-ish year old girls who were most incongruous, but may, I suppose, have been hoping to get lucky. Oh, and a few couples of our age. I definitely should have been wearing black, and a leather jacket, but I’m Blue Witch and don’t do leather jackets, so my dark green waterproof (no, it’s not a Barbour, what the hell do you take me for? 😉 had to do.
Great side-entertainment was provided by the tall lanky lad (Mr BW described him as a wannabe guitarist) in shirt, tie and denim dungarees, who lovingly and painstakingly ensured that guitar changeovers were efficiently effected. He’d obviously done half a kilo of something before the show, and drank at least 3 large cans of Stella during the set. He strutted about trying to look important, moving the towels (BTW, pastel pinks, greens and blues just didn’t go with the image guys :), mimicking the way the bassist (Kelly Looney – the original bassist from the Copperhead Road album!) was smoking (how could anyone play how he did with a cigarette constantly sticking straight out of their mouth?) and polishing the guitars fronts, backs, knobs tuning pegs and necks in a way that showed he was clearly having a good time. I don’t think I have ever seen the neck of a guitar rubbed in quite that manner before. Although I did spare a thought for his [next bit deleted in the interests of taste ;)]. At the end, said 6’4″+ lad was introduced as Steve’s eldest son Justin. Given that Steve himself is all of 5’6″ maximum, and a completely different build (or, to put it less politely, podgy from a lifetime of on- and off- the-road excesses), as Mr BW said, he hopes Steve asked Mrs Steve the appropriate question…
And, I always knew there was a reason why I still, from time to time, practice my gate vaults over stiles and similar barriers when out walking. A demi-version came in very handy last night in ensuring I got to the discarded plectrum that landed on the box supporting the barrier right in front of us ahead of The Groupie Army. Ahhhh … a plectrum from Eric Ambel of The Dukes [pretends to swoon, but fails; Eric actually looked like he needed Witchy to take him home, give him a good meal and a haircut], must give it pride of place in my collection (somewhere in the loft) which comprises of plectrums from (amongst others) XTC, The Clash, The Jags, The Leighton Buzzards, TRB, The Police, Squeeze, Boomtown Rats, Dr Feelgood, Aardvarks Anonymous, oh and the half-a-drumstick from The Jam.
My one complaint was that they didn’t play “The Devil’s Right Hand”, or, indeed, much of the earlier (better IMHO) stuff. I guess that was inevitable in the current climate, but I do think it’s a shame that war dictates not only what is on the R2 playlist, but what bands play at gigs.
Coming out of London, it took us almost 2 hours to get home, thanks to road resurfacing outside Moorfields (but, as that was where the sight in my left eye was saved when I had a detached retina a couple of years ago, I didn’t get as stressed as I usually do by traffic jams – ah, that positive association I’m always suggesting to people, it’s working for me at last!!). Passed DG Mansions at ten to midnight, briefly thought about calling in, if only to stop him posting his usual something just after midnight. Just looked though, and he either was elsewhere, or asleep, or both, at that time, so good job we didn’t.
This morning we have what used, in my youth, to be called “gig sting”, but probably is called something more trendy now. Anyway, Mr BW is very pleased as he says it is drowning out the tinnitus he usually has (which started when he was playing with gunpowder caps as boys of 10 used to). Me, I hope it goes soon as it’s bloody hard to hear on the phone. I said to the first caller on the war line this morning, “Could you speak up a bit please, this is a bad line?” She said, “Shall I hang up and come through again?” I said, “No, I don’t think it will make any difference, I think this problem will last all day!” Luckily she had other things on her mind or might have been rather confused by this comment.

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Our views of success will change many times in our lives. It’s important that we change with them.

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We have an extractor fan in the kitchen which is over the hob. As we rarely now use the hob, in the winter Mr BW covers it over with a piece of plastic (cling film I think) secured by an elastic band, to keep the warmth in.
Yesterday I heard a bee inside the fan, buzzing away. This often happens and they usually find their way back out eventually. This morning the bee was still there, buzzing furiously. Mr BW is having a day off today (and BW’s mood hasn’t improved a whole lot since last night, so do spare some sympathy for him!), and as we were making breakfast, the conversation went as follows:
BW: Can you hear that bee in the fan? It’s been there since yesterday. I feel really sorry for it. Can you take the plastic off and see if it will come through into the kitchen then let it out?
Mr BW: [laughs]
BW: It’s not funny you know! How would you like to be a worker bee shut in our fan?
Mr BW: [carries on spreading marmite on cheese and black pepper muffins]
BW: [Disappears off for a couple of minutes, then reappears]
Bee: [Still buzzing, even more loudly now]
BW: Haven’t you let that bee out yet, c’mon, pleeease….
Mr BW: You’re serious aren’t you?
BW: Yes, c’mon…
Mr BW: You daft and lovely Witch, that’s not a bee, that’s the wind coming off the field blowing in onto the plastic and making it buzz!!
Now, how stupid is that? 🙂

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We live in the age of the over-worked, and under-educated; the age in which people are so industrious that they become absolutely stupid.
– Oscar Wilde

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I’m going to write a database.
In it I’m going to put details of all my favourite blogs. Which publishing system they use, which commenting system etc. Then, when one element is down, I’ll know where not to try to go.
In the meantime, I’ll keep on doing the spells for Blogger and Haloscan improvements. The spells on Enetation seem to have worked. Touch Wood 😉
Cue the Moveable Type Brigade comments….

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From a site based on the Human Potential Movement principles via a mention by Moi.
She lived in a box with no way out. All she could see was four walls.
One day something awful happened – the box got a knock which dented one of the walls. Now her comfortable darkness was disturbed.
In one corner was a tiny chink of light. It worried her like an itch. Day after day she kept poking at it, excited by the pain in her eyeballs. And as she worked the chink bigger, so her box changed. She became aware of its colours, shape and textures – and also that it was a trap. Unable to stay or get out, she got frantic. The chink enlarged and she squeezed out.
She lay planting and blinking. Everything was different and she felt afraid. If only she were safely boxed. She looked back. The box looked disgusting.
She found she could breathe. Her head filled with the scent of sweet grass, dappled colour and birdsong. A gentle current thrilled her to the core. Time passed and she learned about the colours, smells and sounds, and also about the ways of the creatures and people, who sometimes gave her pleasure and sometimes pain. She learned to fit in. And she made them fit. That way there were fewer unpleasant surprises.
So soon she was back in a box – a bigger, more varied and beautiful box, but still a box, with walls as far as she could see. She would have stayed happy, only having already escaped once, she knew something was missing. Nothing out there was totally satisfying. She got miserable. People avoided her because she began not to fit.
And then something Totally Unexpected happened. (The thing, place, persona, belief, part of her body she valued most disappeared.) Her world shook and cracked its walls. The more she struggled to hold it together, the more she could see only cracks, and the bigger they grew, the more it hurt. So she let go and it all flew apart.
When the pain, dust and tears settled, things still looked the same, except she didn’t have to fit them into anything any more. They appeared as they were and that was Totally Acceptable. She didn’t have to fit anybody else’s box either, and that felt wonderful.
And the more good she felt about herself and about the others, the less she tried to fit and fit in, and the more she filled with a sense of oneness. And so the world became less like a lot of boxes and more like a circle.
– Jo May

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Have you achieved what you wanted in the first quarter of this year? Why?

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