Email to ‘Life Squared’ re: Buy Nothing Day.

Being a pensioner, I don’t have to go shopping on Saturdays. The trauma of trying to get a loaded supermarket trolley around the crowded aisles when ‘the world and his wife’ have come out to shop, is still fresh in my mind. In fact, suffering from depression means that I hate jostling through crowds and therefore I don’t go shopping very often….it’s just not really a hobby for me as it is for many people.

“What do you do then?” and “How do you shop?”, you may ask.
My absolute downfall is ONLINE SHOPPING and I do as much as I can within my income! I buy art and craft materials, presents, books, clothes, music and even groceries online. It’s just SO EASY especially with that little plastic, flexible friend and the payment service that starts with the letters PP! So you see, I’m just as adept at being one of the 20% of people who consume 80% of the worlds’ resources as any seasoned habitue of the High Street!
“What are you doing for Buy Nothing Day, then?”
•Go through my inbox and delete all the *special offer* adverts that we are bombarded with at this time of year and then ‘recycle’ the ‘snail mail’ when that clatters through the letter box later on.
•Contact and interact with family and friends on facebook and twitter ie. all those who are not trying to sell me something.
•Chat with DH over soup and sandwiches for lunch. NB we didn’t have to queue up with our tray in a crowded, bustling cafe!
•Chores 😦
•Write an email to ‘Life Squared’ about what I’m doing today and post it on my blog.
•Make sure I DON’T SPEND ANYTHING ONLINE….pure willpower, of course!
•Catch up on some of my art and scrapbooking projects ie play around with paper and paint!
•Make Chicken Dopiaza for tea and drink ice-cold beer with DH.
•Watch TV…’Dads’ Army’, ‘Casualty’ and ‘QIXL’ are my favourites on Saturday night.
•Go to bed with a good book…..and DH of course!
So, not a very exciting day, but one I was able to enjoy without having to battle to the shops with other consumers ready to buy things they can’t afford but feel they must have! Maybe next year we should have a GIVE SOMETHING DAY where one could give time or money or hold events for projects that matter to us in our own community?
“What do you think?”
PS. I’ve also been able to *think* proper thoughts today too….most refreshing! 🙂

You can find the ‘Life Squared’ website here.


Buy Nothing Day.

Lock up your wallets and purses, cut up your credit cards and dump the love of your life – shopping.


Saturday November 26th is Buy Nothing Day (UK). It’s a day where you challenge yourself, your family and friends to switch off from shopping and tune into life. The rules are simple, for 24 hours you will detox from shopping and anyone can take part provided they spend a day without spending!


Everything we buy has an impact on the environment, Buy Nothing Day highlights the environmental and ethical consequences of consumerism. The developed countries – only 20% of the world population are consuming over 80% of the earth’s natural resources, causing a disproportionate level of environmental damage, and an unfair distribution of wealth.
Find more information HERE.

Didsbury Dabblers.



Dawn and Lindsay busy with their Christmas prep.


Had a lovely time yesterday at the Didsbury Dabblers craft group organised by Dawn Cheshire . There are four members of this group so far and three of us attended for scrapbooking, nattering, knitting, drinking, eating lunch & biscuits.

Preparing some pages for JYC.



The hut with lovely trees behind.

 The scout hut where we meet is rather basic at the moment, but it has received a grant for re-furbishment, which will take place after Christmas. From then on it will be available for community use so we hope to welcome more people to the group.
We made Christmas gifts and got some preparation time in for Shimelle’s JYC. I made a birthday card for my SiL and then spilled silver ink on it….doooh! At least I have a template for the re-make!



The campfire circle in the garden.

 While I was taking a break I took some photos which follow. Thank you Dawn for organising the day!! The next meeting is on December 11th so contact Dawn on the link above if you would like to attend.


A beautiful holly tree in the grounds.





Birch trees against a late afternoon sky.



Armistice Day. 11/11/11

Here is a photograph of my Great- Grandfather, John Partington. He was killed on the Somme battlefield in France on 7th September 1916.
I shall be remembering him today and on Sunday and the sacrifice he and millions of others made and are still making to enable us to live a free life.
Other close relatives who have served but were not killed:-
James Hoolahan; Boer War, WW1 my other Great Grandfather:
James Hoolahan; WW1, WW2 my Grandpa.
David Hedley Howe; WW1 my Grandad.
Philip Hedley Howe; WW2 my Dad.
William Fitzpatrick; WW2 my Father-in-law.
Margaret Green; WW2 my Mother-in-law who still lives to tell the story.
I hope to travel to France one day and visit John’s grave to pay my respects but for now I have this photo of his grave at the Quarry Cemetery, Montauban.
This photo is courtesy of the War Graves Photographic Project.
For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon.




With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
 
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.


They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.


They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.


They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;


As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.