Weird Google

I’ve been away from the net for a few days – busy busy!

I come back and check in and find a huge number of hits – hundreds over the last few days.

I seem to be the top hit for “Facebook” if you google in the UK.  Why?!

Anyway, this is largely content free, so please find attached one of many youtubte vids of cats in giant gerbil-style wheels


Pancake day

Another year, another Shrove Tuesday. I have once again forgotten to buy the various things needed that are not in stock until the day. Previous years have seen a desperate attempt to procure last minute maple syrup from various different supermarkets, but this year, Co-Op came up trumps.

This year I will be trying an American pancake recipe I heard on Woman’s Hour this morning. Apparently you need to separate the eggs, and whisk the whites before combining them with the batter. This gives a thicker pancake.

Not sure what, if anything, I will give up for Lent.  Lie-ins?  Late nights?


I seem to be on Facebook. It seems to work quite well – people from all sorts of backgrounds (not just Lib Dems!) are finding me on there.

I’m not really sure what it’s for, but it looks like it could be quite cool.

Alex Foster's Facebook profile

Alan Simpson

Sad to hear that Alan Simpson will be standing down at the end of this parliament, not least because I’m sure I heard that he was intending to challenge Gordon Browm for the premiership post-Blair.

He has frequently been a critic of the Labour party locally and nationally, and I think some of the local Labour councillors see him as a thorn in their side.  Certainly one of them seemed to follow him around at public meetings just so that someone from the audience was “on message” even if the MP wasn’t. We have had some fun in the past using Alan Simpson quotes as the basis of questions at Council just to see the reaction!

At the last general election, our candidate, now councillor for Wollaton East and Lenton Abbey, said often that it was difficult to share a platform with Alan Simpson and find something to disagree with him about.  Both our guy and the Labour MP seemed to share a distaste for much of the Labour government’s actions.

And now in his resignation letter to his local party, he is once more critical of his colleagues.

Mr Simpson, 58 and first elected for Nottingham South in 1992, said there were “not enough” good Labour MPs.

Mr Simpson said in a letter to party members: “There are good people in the Parliamentary Labour Party but not enough of them. At times, I feel that colleagues would vote for the slaughter of the first born if asked to.”

We’ve got to get that on a leaflet!


Driving home tonight, pulling off the M1 at junction 26 at about 0:20 this morning, a critter ran out in front of my car as I was stopped at traffic lights.

I don’t know what it was.  It didn’t look like a rat, although in size terms it would have been big for a rat.  Certainly much much too big to be a mouse. It was somehow more tubular and rounder than rats are.  It almost looked like a raccoon, but that would be a strange thing to see running around a Nottinghamshire road at night.  Its tail was darker than its body, and it looked like it was a sort of brown colour.
Whatever it was, it was fairly bright.  It knew to run off the road when the lights changed, without even needing me to hoot or rev to scare it off.  It scampered off into a drain hole in the kerb, and I continued on home.

Veg Box III

The third veg box arrived today.  The first week, we were good, and ate all the veg that came.  Last week, less good, and there was still courgette, mandarins, pears, potatoes and onions left over.  It’s almost as if we ate nothing last week at all, which isn’t true.

This weeks veg includes some absolutely massive jonagold apples, bigger than a hand, but strangely light, and some fennel, which I am looking foward to.

It’s probably just as well we had fresh food delivered.  Getting out of the house is tricky right now: it’s very hard indeed to walk down the steep hill because the snow is incredibly slippery.  Looks like the Ron, the delivery guy, got here at an opportune point between the melt this morning and the fresh snow fall this evening.

Attic discovery

We’ve had the attic boarded, reinsulated, a window put in, a light put up, sockets, etc. A nice new large hatch and a loft ladder were also part of the package. The idea is to put my office in the top of the house where I have room to spread out and keep my clutter out of the more public places.

But putting more rooms into the house has led to a voyage of discovery for Fudge. Smudge has been too timid so far.


First he tried to climb the wrong ladder.


That tantalising hatch! Just out of reach! What am I doing wrong?


Aha! That’s how I do it.


Unfortunately, getting down is a little trickier than getting up.

Anyway, now the attic is ready, I have to declutter the rest of the house. Hmm.