Halloween:
I was rather nostalgically looking at my Halloween blog from last year the other day and remembering all the fun and frights we had at Smallhythe Place. Now we have our own little house, this year I gave ‘Mini S’ the choice between booking a Halloween ‘ghost walk’ or having a Halloween party at home.
I was rather nostalgically looking at my Halloween blog from last year the other day and remembering all the fun and frights we had at Smallhythe Place. Now we have our own little house, this year I gave ‘Mini S’ the choice between booking a Halloween ‘ghost walk’ or having a Halloween party at home.
She chose the Halloween party option, so on the night before Halloween our was
invaded by a selection of nine year old scary monsters... Knocking on our door
in quick succession were a demon; a ghoul, a zombie, a pumpkin, and a witch.
What did ‘Mini S’ dress up as I hear you ask ? A black cat of course ! Twilight
and her made a great pair at first, but as more and more guests arrived, she
(Twilight, not Mini ‘S’) sensibly took refuge under the bed !
I think I enjoyed the party as much as they did, though I
have to admit, I was a little nervous of running it single handedly... It went
without a hitch, and we enjoyed all sorts of games, including apple bobbing, a
no handed doughnut eating competition, pin the nose on the witch and spooky
musical statues. The evening culminated in a spooky treasure hunt which led the
party goers up and down the street and in and out of the neighbours’ houses and
gardens !
I can’t take all the credit though... I had help from my unwitting house guest
‘J’ on Saturday night, who was force fed extremely hot curry while being made
to write poetic treasure hunt clues; next door neighbour ‘H’ who let us hide a
clue and a spooky purple glowing pumpkin in the creepy alleyway to her back garden
and opposite neighbours ‘J & J’ who were kind enough to hide the treasure
in their house J.
Jerushah gets her core:
Last Saturday I was a very happy lady, as I finally got to
take MY core at the submerged forest
in Erith...
This time there were research supervisor (you’ve met him before) ‘Dr A;’ undergraduate environmental scientist ‘J’ and (now graduated and here for the fun of it) friend ‘K.’
This time there were research supervisor (you’ve met him before) ‘Dr A;’ undergraduate environmental scientist ‘J’ and (now graduated and here for the fun of it) friend ‘K.’
We had some very heavy duty coring equipment with us, so I decided to pull into
the Erith Yacht Club car park to ask if we could unload there. Our sea faring
friends there were in fact, extremely kind and rather than risking life and
limb wading out through the mud to our usual site, they invited us to walk out
to the peat exposure via their lovely concrete slipway... Post field trip, we
were so clean, you would hardly know that we had done any fieldwork at all !
We managed to core right through the peat unit into the mud below, a
preliminary look showed an interesting oxidised horizon – can wait to get on
with the processing !
(Non) firework night
:
oor
me, I love fireworks, but I seem to have missed out on fireworks this year !
‘Mini S’ dislikes fireworks and so does Twilight kitty, so we elected to stay
in on the night of the biggest local firework display on Friday 4th November to keep Twilight company, and go to
Ikea on the night of Saturday 5th.
It was lovely and quiet, with no queues and bargains everywhere ! As it is getting increasingly difficult to
dry linen in an environmentally friendly way, I was really pleased they were
selling duvet sets for £1.99 ! As for the other things I bought though, I came
home thinking ‘Were those really necessary ?’
I’ll let you be the judge !
J’s record of the week :
‘Somebody’s
watching me.’
by
watching me.’
by
Rockwell
This week ‘Somebody’s watching me’ popped up on a
compilation of Halloween music that we downloaded for the party... Reading up a
little bit for this blog, I didn’t realise until now that the backing vocals
featured both Michael and Jermaine Jackson. Listening to it took me back to my first year
of secondary school in the 1985, when in was released in the UK – my mum used
to absolutely love this song and do funny actions to the line ‘When I’m in the
shower I’m afraid to wash my hair !’ I wonder if she’d remember it now ?
Jerushah X
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