Lockdown Dog Walks

Stubborn Border Terrier

Lockdown Dog Walk

So we’re taking one walk each per day during the COVID19 lockdown, so that Flynn gets to stretch his legs.

Flynn is my stubborn Border Terrier. He prefers to sleep.

Sleeping Dog

Usually passers by laugh at Flynn’s stubbornness. He loves to amuse a crowd.

There’s no crowd during lockdown. Playing to the gallery isn’t an option. But Flynn is a creature of habit.

When a dog decides not to move, what can a woman do!

Standing still in a hailstorm

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Generation Z

Strongest Generation Since World War 2

Credit, Isla, Generation Z

Generation Z was born into a dangerous world.

I think they’ll do a good job of stabilising society. Because they’re strong.

Credit, Anne, Baby Boomer

We all get defensive about our own generation. I remember my parents telling me to eat everything on my plate. I didn’t know how lucky I was, apparently.

As children and teenagers we found our parents annoying – as all generations do.

Two little Baby Boomers, and their mum born 1929

Now we’re the annoying ones. #OkayBoomer, you say. But we see ourselves as Hippies, Punk Rockers, New Romantics. Certainly not old. How could we ever grow old?

We have children and grandchildren: GenX, Millennial, GenZ. Sometimes we hear our parents’ words coming from our own mouths. “You don’t know how lucky you are”

I could list the dreadful things that were ‘normal’ in the 1960s/1970s/1980s, but I won’t.

I could list the amazing improvements society has seen during my lifetime, but I won’t.

Instead I will tell you why I love Generation Z, and why I believe they’ll cope in this crisis.

Generation Z hasn’t experienced good times. They were only little before the financial crisis. They’ve seen parents lose jobs, struggle for money, work zero hour contracts. They’ve worried about conflict, disease, poverty, the environment. They’ve been burdened, and it’s no wonder they think previous generations were lucky.

Now, COVID19 is infecting the world. I don’t want to be unwell, and I certainly don’t want to die. But one aspect of the virus gives me hope.

Evidence for the virus’ effects on different generations isn’t yet certain, but it appears to be substantially less dangerous to the young. Thank goodness.

Ooh, controversial!

Baby Boomers on holiday

I sincerely believe if society is to be improved, no-one is better placed to do it than a generation born and raised in adversity. A generation like my mother’s who were children in World War 2, young adults during rationing, having children just as the economy was improving. They wanted so much more for future generations, my generation, the Baby Boomers. We need a generation like them again.

Thank you in advance, Generation Z

Night Before Christmas

Children are grown; Flynn, Border Terrier, is unaware of Christmas; BBC Radio 4 is on as I wait to hear the news. Exciting? Not really. But hey! Who needs excitement? Christmas time is amazing. And this is the night before Christmas – Christmas Eve.

Christmas Tree

Have an excellent Christmas and a satisfying New Year.

Christmas Shopping

Quilling

Little shops at Christmas time are the best fun. For customers and shopkeepers.

Today I spoke with children, dogs, grown women and men. I suggested they save their money and buy nothing; I sent them to other shops for things I don’t stock; I reduced items on the spot, gave things away and rounded down totals to a nice round number. Christmas shopping in my shop is not dull!

Enamelware

That’s what small shops are good at. We are part of your community. Customers like small shops because they reflect the shopkeeper’s personality. They’re real.

Have a very happy Christmas. And be sure your Christmas shopping is fun.

Moomins

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Cup of Coffee

Let me tell you about my relationship… with coffee.

Cup of black coffee for me, please

My parents had an aluminium, glass topped percolator which bubbled and boiled on their Belling electric cooker.

One summer we were going on holiday to South West Scotland. My parents were excited about a brand new drink we were taking with us. Instant Coffee. They were amazed and totally proud of their purchase. Of course, we all loved our cup of coffee. Mum boiled a pan of milk, poured it into our cups, then added sugar and the wondrous coffee powder. I was nine years old.

When I was fourteen my parents took us on holiday to the Netherlands. I tasted cups of coffee so good I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was.

From then on, while still at school, I spent what money I had on little tins of Lyon’s Ground Coffee from the supermarket.

I must’ve bought this in the 1980s.
Now full of nails!

I started work aged sixteen. Wages meant I could up my coffee game. Always in my mind was a goal: to make a cup of coffee as good as the ones I had loved in Holland.

Each month I would make a bus journey to Thomson’s in Renfield Street, Glasgow. I knew nothing about varieties or blends but I loved the smell, and the noise of the beans falling from the hopper into the grinder. My favourite was Full French Roast. I adored the dry, high pitched sound of it being dispensed.

The only sort of beans I like!

I moved to Edinburgh where my coffee supplier was Valvona and Crolla. Preference: Continental High Roast.

You can tell I like my coffee practically burnt.

Now I have my own shop where I sell coffee. Locally roasted (my preference is your Sumatran, Three Hills!) and always, always a jar of Thomson’s Full French Roast.

It’s so dark.

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