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Love me love my dog ? Part 2

One day, coming back from swimming, I opened the door to be confronted by a distinct smell. I asked my husband a stern question, “Has CC (name of neighbours’ dog) been in the house?” “Yes! But how do you know that?” Husband apparently didn’t quite understand my question.

I told my husband that the smell of the dog’s presence was overpowering. If my husband had had a woman in the house, I would also have been able to detect the scent of a woman too. Scent is subtle. I can smell it. I don’t like bacon, for example, as its smell is too overpowering. A dog’s smell in a house is overwhelmingly strong if you’re not used to it.

Then we had a row. Continue reading

Love me love my dog?

Sorry I haven’t been writing for a while.

I visited my friends the other day. Their dog barked at me, non-stop. I was smiling, speaking to the dog softly, praising him. His master also asked him to be good. “Darling, it’s ok, good boy!” They tried to calm the dog down.

The dog jumped on me, barking even louder. My friend said, “Janet, CC (dog’s name) is actually waiting for you to give him a stroke. Give him a stroke and he’ll be fine.” Continue reading

Walking in the wood – Part 2

I went for a long walk in a country park with some friends yesterday. It was drizzling and we still covered ourselves with thick winter coats. After a refreshing walk, I told my friends how grateful I was to be with them, as it was the most comfortable walk I have had for a long time.

What do I mean by being ‘comfortable’? During our walk, we walked more or less at the same pace, but sometimes the group would split into two, and some walked ahead and we would catch up later, or the other way round. We would stop for a short break, having a chat. It was simply a leisurely walk, with good conversation. We didn’t set a goal as to how many miles we would have to cover in two hours. Later, we even stopped for a hot drink and comfort food and had another long break.

There was no pressure of achieving any goal, apart from spending some time together out in the open. We didn’t stick as a group of five all the time during the walk. We all had total freedom, yet we enjoyed each other’s company. There was no competition of speed or knowledge into little unknown flowers. That was how I felt, being relaxed and comfortable, and I hope my friends have felt the same pleasure towards the trip too.

Image by ovizo0n via Flickr

Image by ovizo0n via Flickr

Comment 1: “You walk far too slow”

Walking with friends has slowly become more and more difficult for me, as there’re many conflicting walking styles. Sometimes our expectations failed to meet each other’s, and without sufficient mutual understanding, the walks couldn’t be enjoyable. Once, my friends commented that we (my son and I) walked too slowly during a country walk with them. We were simply TOO SLOW. They emphasised this a few times and I asked them please stop criticising me. I couldn’t help how I walked. My son and I would sometimes stop and chat, and sometimes he needed to adjust his shoelaces (more than once), and he would complain the journey was too long. I was also worried being lost and kept asking where we actually were. It’s become clear to me that we had became a burden and nuisance in the wild and we certainly had reduced their joy of walking. Continue reading

Walking in the wood – Part 1

Before I married my caucasian husband (I don’t mean I have other non-caucasian husbands), I never knew anything about walking. In my previous life living in a hot and humid country, walking was a mere necessity — walking to school, market, to shops. Only poor people walked. People with a bit of money would travel by car. Walkng itself didn’t carry a status of pride or defeat. It was just a fact of life. I never walked for pleasure. There wasn’t even a culture of eulogising walking. When the sun was out, we hid. When we had to walk under the sun, we did the most sensible thing — walking and hiding in the safe haven of an umbrella. However, after living in England for a while, I was surprised to know of a professional group of people called ramblers. I needed to look this word up in a dictionary. I used to ask, what do ramblers do? My husband would reply, “They walk.”

Walking in the wood - image by steric via Flickr

Walking in the wood – image by steric via Flickr

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Stories from the church

Last Sunday, my friend didn’t join me for coffee after the church service. I wondered why and she sent me her excuse by an email:

“I was sitting next to a 91 year old lady who was visiting the church. She was telling me all about her war service. She was in the women’s RAF and started off building Hurricane fighter planes. Then she was attached to 57 Squadron (Lancaster Bombers) and was in charge of delivering the bombs out onto the airfield and seeing them loaded up into the bomb bays. Her husband flew the Lancaster bombers and survived the war.  Her best friend worked on the Dambusters project!”

Hands of time (image by cogdogblog via Flickr)

Hands of time (image by cogdogblog via Flickr)


This story excited me. It looks like the Church of England attracts the most interesting people. It also proves that some people’s viewpoints of the church are possibly wrong. Some people have the perception that church is a boring place with boring, under-achieving people.

I’ve decided that in the future when I get to church early enough, I would: Continue reading

Sunday morning laughter

I made an effort to go to the church this morning when the famous line by Shelley sprang to mind, “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” It isn’t the most spring-like February. A sudden burst of hails last night echoed the rock music and I enjoyed a bit of drama in the weather. Rain and snow are just a bit too boring for me.

If you think that church is boring, you might be wrong. This morning, the priest in our local Church of England church dressed like he had got a job to do, unlike last weekend. He donned a striking purple robe (or do you call it a dress?) today for a change.

You can see the shade of purple in this picture:

Rowan Atkinson - wearing a big purple dress every day! (Radio Times image)

Rowan Atkinson – wearing a big purple dress every day! (Radio Times image)

The priest started the service by saying, “Welcome everyone. Any mention of rugby is banned, including gloating.” It sounded like he hasn’t quite recovered from the rugby match yesterday.

The Six Nations: Wales thrashed England: 30: 3 (BBC picture)

The Six Nations: Wales thrashed England: 30: 3 (BBC picture)

He also reminded the small congregation of sending out the Easter Worship leaflets in the community, “If you would like to make a nuisance for yourself in the name of Christ, here are some Easter leaflets.”

The priest also announced that there would be a film night next Tuesday, ‘The Passion of the Christ’ by Mel Gibson. “The film also comes with a bit of health warning.”

Church of England for Dummies

Since my last post about our ‘vicar’ who didn’t wear a lot on a Sunday, my dear friend Hazel kindly gave me a lesson by email called Church of England for Dummies.

I love going to the church as I’m a bit vain. I enjoy being the youngest adult for a day, though I’ve noticed some strands of white hair have already started sprouting when I look at the mirror. Old ladies would speak to me adoringly, the way they speak to an oriental foreigner. “I’ve been to China, you know? I climbed the Great Wall. Oh, those pandas in Sichuan. Aren’t they gorgeous?” Some gentlemen would take me back to the glory of the British empire, their postings in the Far East, the colonial styled Raffles Hotel in Singapore and all that. (Oh, don’t forget the awful Changi Prison!)

However, though being in the church for a few years, I’m still ignorant of the structure of the church. For example, I thought a ‘READER’ is someone who reads out the Bible during the service. There used to be a speaker with a strange title as ‘Captain’. I thought most trained ministers in the church are called vicars. Apparently, I’m quite wrong.

According to Church of England for Dummies by my friend, Hazel,

“Fiona is a priest whose local title is Associate Vicar. Technically, there is one Vicar (sometimes called a Rector, especially in country districts). He or she is the incumbent, which means that he or she is in charge of the parish. All other priests work under this person and are actually assistant curates according to the Church of England regulations. However, local titles, such as Associate Vicar, can be bestowed by the Bishop.”

“Some priests, such as Lynda Bunting are Self-supporting Priests – in other words, they are fully qualified but work unpaid. Deacons are people who have been trained at theological college and are working in a parish for a year (or longer) before being consecrated as priests by the Bishop. Michael was a Deacon when he came to us. They all have the title Reverend (Rev. or Revd.)”

“In multiple benefices – groups of parishes – there is often a Team Ministry comprising several priests working together, though one of them is usually put in charge of the others.”

Ordination -- cartoon by Dave Walker

Ordination — cartoon by Dave Walker

“Michael Smith comes from an Anglo-Catholic background – what is commonly known as High Church in the Church of England. Anglo-Catholic services follow Common Worship for communion as we do, but there is much more emphasis on robes, incense, ceremony and bells etc and often a strong music tradition.”

“Worship must be a beautiful offering to God and there is an emphasis on the sacraments. As in the Roman Catholic churches, many Anglo-Catholics like to attend formal confession to a priest, particularly before important services such as Christmas and Easter mass. (Communion or Eucharist is usually referred to as Mass in these churches).”

“Ian and Fi come from the evangelical wing of the Church of England and would put more emphasis on bible teaching and preaching than on sacraments and prefer simpler, unrobed services.”

“A Reader is a lay (as opposed to clergy)  person who has undergone several years of training and is then licensed to work in a parish. Readers can preach and teach and do pastoral work and take funerals, but they cannot officiate at baptisms or consecrate the bread and wine for communion – only an ordained priest can do these things.”

“Generally, our parish is ‘middle of the road’ being neither evangelical (apart from Church@four or anglo-catholic.”

I found the above information fascinating. I’ve created this Wordle image file based on Hazel’s inspiration:  Church of England for Dummies
CoE for Dummies

CoE for Dummies

Sweet Gangnam Style by Greater Manchester Police

With ' a cheeky smile' -- a wanted boy.

With a cheeky smile — a ‘wanted’ boy.

I read from Police Inspector about this warm-hearted video clip. The video is absolutely brilliant, filled with British humour. Apparently, Greater Manchester Police’s job is not just policing or catching murderers. They do a Gangnam Style — involving police vans, police on bike, sexy dinner ladies, a panda and a zombie like figure.

I must say this is the sweetest Gangham Style parody. I love it. I’m touched by it.

“Policing is not something you do, it is something you are.” by Inspector Gadget, Police Inspector Blog

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Which is worst – swinger, robber or liar?

Before we moved to CF in the borough of Eastleigh in 2000 from London, my husband did some research about the area. He revealed to his pregnant wife that CF was renowned for ‘swingers’. “What?” I’d never heard of this word, ‘swingers’. A kind of singing group, perhaps? “It means wife-swapping, possibly husband swapping too.” I really looked forward to the move.

I’ve never discovered why CF carries such a bizarre reputation, partly because I haven’t been invited to any club yet in the past 12 years.

It’s a quiet ‘village’ (not in a traditional sense anymore as there’re Asda and Waitrose) where nothing could really happen. I’m sure most of my British readers have never heard of this place and would struggle to place their finger on CF on a map.

However, on 13 September 2007, the fate of CF changed. CF made national headlines as the Metropolitan Police’s flying squad shot dead two suspected robbers during an alleged armed raid outside HSBC bank. I remembered vividly the BBC journalist described CF as ‘sleepy’. I felt a weird sense of excitement as CF was on the news for a whole day.

On 24 Nov 2011, a masked man robbed a courier delivering cash to the same HSBC bank. We were in the spotlight again.

Now, we have swingers and robbers in CF, borough of Eastleigh.

But, don’t forget we also have Chris Huhne in Eastleigh. He was the former cabinet minster and has just pleaded guilty to perverting the course of justice.

The text exchanges read out in court between Chris Huhne and his 18 year old son, Peter, is the most heartbreaking about his downfall.

(Click images below to read more.)

Breakdown of father-and-son relationship

Breakdown of father-and-son relationship

British MP, Chris Huhne

Former British MP, Chris Huhne

I’d like to come back to the topic of this post, in Eastleigh: swinger, robber and liar, which one do you think is worst?

Can the borough of Eastleigh get any worse, mad and peculiar than these?