Monthly Archives: November 2012

Festive Cheer


I know it’s only November, but once again I’ve been filled with festive cheer. 

Last night I spent three hours conducting and playing Christmas Carols in a brass band ready for a concert next weekend form the classic “God rest you merry gentlemen” and “See amid the winter’s snow” to “jingle bell rock” and “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus”. 

Then this morning it was back to my old primary school Christmas fayre to support my wonderful friend selling her cards again. That all went well and memories were brought back. I went up to the school library to the “game zone” and that brought back plenty of memories about “fiction fanatics”. I loved reading, in fact, English was my favourite subject and as an avid reader, I always aspired to be in fiction fanatics. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the fastest reader in the world, in fact, one time the librarian actually thought they had lost a book because I took so long to read it. Suffice to say, I wasn’t her favourite pupil. But when the time came, every year I would apply for fiction fanatics and every year it was over subscribed. They used to say “it’s okay, if you don’t get in this year, you’re sure to get in next year.” Well not me. It really was the place to be as well, all my friends would get into fiction fanatics each year and every Monday lunchtime I would wait outside the classroom, watching them all come out with their new books to read and never in my four years there did I make the cut. Oh how I longed to be a fiction fanatic. Well, poo you Mrs Pugh, guess who’s doing literature now? (Mrs Pugh was the librarian). In fact, I think I might go home and read my book or even write a literature essay. Ironic that today, I saw a sign today in the year 5 corridor for a “reading intervention”.

Anyway, enough about my tragic, reading past, I did get to see my year six teacher who is possibly one of my favourite teachers of all time so all was not lost. After that, it was up to the cinema to watch Nativity 2. I even prepared myself last night by watching Nativity which I did think may have been a bad idea at the time because it could only make me disappointed with Nativity 2, but how wrong I was. I have to say, I would thoroughly recommend to anyone looking for a bit of festive fun or danger in the manger. A great watch to make you feel goooood. 

And then, to finish it off, I bought a nice warm hot chocolate with cream and mini marshmallows from a cold friend in the rain and went to the supermarket where they were playing Christmas songs and I listened to “last Christmas”. 

All in all, a good and festive day 🙂


Sweets Treats and Tasty Eats … Part 2


So today we did another cake sale today and as I promised to keep you updated with all fundraising efforts, for future reference I shall be referring to this particular way of fundraising as S.T.A.T.E (you can work that one out yourselves). Except we took a slightly different tack today, by which we didn’t have our own stall, we walked around college, you could even call it a delivery service. Also, We went on donations rather than set prices. We found this worked quite well as often people are just too lazy to go to your stall even if there’s food involved and when it’s on donations people don’t tend to ask for change. As a result we raised £44.54, so we’re taking a step in the right direction. 

However, fundraising isn’t all about good cooking. It’s about having determination and reason. I certainly had both of these when attempting to print off English coursework today. The reason; I had a deadline to meet and it most certainly was not negotiable, therefore I had a lot of determination to get the printer to co-operate. This was by no means an easy task and it was safe to say, I was not enjoying myself. Just when I thought it was not physically possible to be more stressed and I was on the brink of taking a Machete to the printer and leaving it in very small pieces, it finally printed, so innocently I made my way to the stapler to secure the pages to find there weren’t any staples. By this point, my life literally could not have got worse. That was when I turned to the humble and life-saving paper clip. Seriously, where would we be in the world without paperclips? So it took a while but eventually I got there. 

It also means being able to stand out. Like, for example in the shop today. Let’s be honest, we’re all mature until someone brings out the all-singing, all-dancing Christmas toys. So today, when I saw a small shed stocked full of such toys, logically my human instincts took over and I simply had to run in setting off as many off as would let me before running out so no one would know it was me. It was only natural. But eventually I spread the Christmas joy to others in the shop. 

Finally you need initiative. Being able to rise to a challenge, think logically and solve problems, much like the little boy in my Mum’s computer club today. When asking how to spell a particular word my Mum replied “Q…” He typed a ‘U’. My Mum looked confused and asked why he wrote that. He simply replied “I couldn’t find ‘Q'”. Initiative. And eventually, he got the message across. 

So, with a little bit of determination, purpose and initiative, don’t be afraid to stand out from the crowd, it will get you a long way 🙂

The Christmas Craze


I think it’s hit us all, the Christmas craze. This morning I was up selling cards up at a Christmas market, you know, one of these markets where everyone brings their rubbish to be recycled and bought by excitable young children with their pocket money. It’s second to Disneyland for them. Well there I was in amongst the tables of tack selling my cards along with my friend who was selling her cards and being the wonderfully talented person she is, made a whopping one hundred and fifty pounds towards the Kenya fund. Fantastic for a morning’s effort. But then we hit town for a bit of Christmas shopping of our own.

Well we got there and it was like half the population decided to do their shopping today. So naturally we were pushed from pillar to post looking for what we wanted stuck in clothes shops, clothes and accessories sprawled out across the floor, but of course even when you’ve found what you’re looking for, the hope of finding right size is next to none. Hence why, on Christmas day, everyone is running around in jumpers that don’t quite fit, struggling with toys that only those lucky enough to win the tiny little screwdrivers in the crackers can access. Either way, it was more like a zoo than a shop today.

Then there are the queues, about three miles long. But then again we are Brits, it’s what we do, we see a queue and join the end, even if we don’t know what it’s for. But I guess it was better service than that of my own college canteen the other day. There I was finally at the front of the queue, stood in front of the counter to order my chips and was just skipped out completely. The server didn’t see me and just served the person behind me. Not that he said anything, he just went along with it and walked round me to the till and she made no apologies when she finally did get round to serving me. I mean what is that? I know I’m small but I’m not invisible. And it’s not just the queues, we went into boots and saw a single pot of vasaline for £3.49, that’s daylight robbery!

Anyway, I’ve started my Christmas shopping, all is good. 🙂

Sweets, Treats and Tasty Eats


Okay, so I promised to keep everyone updated so here it is. Yesterday we started fundraising for our big trip to Kenya. We decided to start small so conducted a sort of trial cake sale in college. We sold roughly seventy three cakes, of which we found the brownies, chocolate lolly pops and cookies were the most popular however cupcakes and marshmallow crispy cakes were still much loved.
Together, we raised £36.38, which, as I worked out, means, if we are to all raise the entire amount to go, we only have £7963.62 left to raise so we are well on the way.
However I’m not going to say we didn’t take risks to get there. We didn’t just give up our lunch time to do this, we gave up our choir rehearsal.
Let me give you a bit of background about our choir director. In my first week of college he sought me out and extracted me from my English Literature class. Having never met this man, being very new to the college I was a little worried as I didn’t know who he was but he then went on to explain I simply had to join his precious concert band. I considered this and politely replied that I wouldn’t be able to attend as a euphonium on the back of a bike was not the wisest of ideas. He was pretty persistent, offering me lifts and solutions to other made-up problems I voiced at the time. Anyway, a little while later when I thought it was all over, I got an email with details of rehearsals and concerts stating that everyone must attend. Again I replied that I simply couldn’t be involved. It is now seven weeks later and I am still getting regular emails and updates about concert band and have ended up in his choir. He just doesn’t understand the word “no”. The moral of this story; this man is persistent, relentless and on my case.
But of course it wasn’t enough just to light the fire, we had to dance in the flame. Not only did we push the boat out by skiving choir, letting down our musical director, our music peers and most importantly ourselves, but we really shook things up by going to the choir room at the end of rehearsals and selling our goodies to our dedicated fellow choir members.
Well it’s all for a good cause isn’t it and we worked out that at this rate, a cake sale a month until we go would leave us with about £160 for each of our Kenya team. Well it’s a start and long may it continue 🙂