Blogging (and visiting other blogs) may be erratic between now and Christmas- I have a set of accounts to prepare for the small charity I’m treasurer of and I am also studying for a Cisco certification with support from work.
This doesn’t mean that I won’t be writing- just that I won’t be doing it for the sake of it in order to achieve the daily update.
Karen missed talk like a pirate day earlier in the month but today she is wearing an eyepatch after a (very) minor op. My trip to work (via the health centre) was further delayed after finding my car handling was a bit dodgy in the damp. I discovered that my tyre pressures were low and that one of my tyres was bald enough to need a Bobby Charlton. I’ve now got very grimy hands (despite having washed them several times). I’d hate to be a mechanic…
I’ll spare Karen’s blushes by not putting up the photo, but it is stashed away in my booty chest.
It turns out it isn’t really beer as such, in fact not beer at all, something more akin to Marmite.
From dictionary.com:-
1. an alcoholic beverage made by brewing and fermentation from cereals, usually malted barley, and flavored with hops and the like for a slightly bitter taste.
2. any of various beverages, whether alcoholic or not, made from roots, molasses or sugar, yeast, etc.: root beer; ginger beer.
3. an individual serving of beer; a glass, can, or bottle of beer: We’ll have three beers.
I can’t see any pooches complaining to the trading standards people though.
When I was searching for it online, I turned up this-
It is quite common to see minor mis-spells on public hand-written signage in shops, sometimes referred to as greengrocers apostrophe’s. (I picked up on a very odd one last year). Yesterday, Wilsons the pie shop had a chalk board outside with a major bit of apostrophe avoidance:-
THERE BACK!
MINI SAUSAGE ROLLS
5 FOR £1
(David got the last five, by the way).
Another shop (a hairdresser) used to have STYLE IS EVERYTHING signwritten on the window. However, it spelt the proprietor’s Surname differently on the glass compared to on the frontage above. I noticed the glass is writing free now, perhaps it got broken and was never replaced, or the spelling police called round.
Now it doesn’t take a Degree in English (or even a GCSE) to run a shop, although it jars to my eyes as a reader. I’d be a bit wary of a place that made banners and posters with this example in the window though…
(Now before someone points out that my posts are frequently riddled with errors, they are typos from my poor typing skills and cognitive dissonance prevents me seeing them when if I proof read straight afterwards. They stand out like a beacon the next day though and I keep thinking I must review, correct and update all my old blogposts. Then I see how many there are and I procrastinate!)
Heritage Open Days celebrates England’s fantastic architecture and culture by offering free access to properties that are usually closed to the public or normally charge for admission. Every year on four days in September, buildings of every age, style and function throw open their doors, ranging from castles to factories, town halls to tithe barns, parish churches to Buddhist temples. It is a once-a-year chance to discover hidden architectural treasures and enjoy a wide range of tours, events and activities which bring to life local history and culture.
Free of charge and literally on people’s doorstep, Heritage Open Days is an event for everyone, whatever their background, age and ability.
It is Heritage Open Weekend, but the website directory appears to be broken at the moment and the Google Cache isn’t too useful either.
Oops. UPDATE 10pm Friday- the site is showing vague signs of life but it is still very sick…
