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I'm Mark. Older than you imagine, pescetarian, husband, father, professional parent & pedant.

I post some original stuff and a bunch of other things that I like. If you own the rights to something you see here and you're not happy about me sharing it, let me know.
"First it was lonely but you get used to it…the silence, then you start to love it. I can hear the wind blowing over the rippling water on the loch… and the birds. I hear the world how it was meant to be heard"
Shetlands - BBC1 (via thenortherneuropean)

When we first moved to Scotland, we rented a cottage on a private estate just outside Ayr. Initially, we couldn’t sleep at night. The silence was deafening; it kept us awake. How I miss that now…

rural idyll scotland i love thee

A moral question - update

mings:

Today, one of our charges got into a scrap at school. He’s ten, and stuff happens at that age. The outcome was unfortunate. He got punched on the nose and had a massive nosebleed.

The school phoned to explain that the incident occurred.They said that Ten showed great restraint, and didn’t react…

We took Ten to the local walk-in centre to have his injury assessed. The nurse reckons his nose is broken, which, she said, is very unusual for one so young because their noses are bendy at that age. We have to wait until Monday to allow the swelling to go down, which will permit a better diagnosis.

Ten & I went straight to the police station after that. The desk staff said it was a school matter. I asked to see the duty sergeant. Although he wasn’t free to see me, he told the desk staff to log the incident; if Ten’s nose is broken, it will be classed as Grievous Bodily Harm. Since the assailant is eleven (ie over the minimum age of criminality), it will be a police matter. They’re coming to take formal statements today.

The school initially denied that the incident was this serious. Although they allowed the other kid back into school for the last day of term (and his last day before moving on to secondary school), he spent the whole day in isolation in the head teacher’s office. Not the best way to end his time there, but his day got immeasurably worse when I arrived. He saw me as they moved him temporarily to another room, he burst into tears and looked truly wretched. The best part? The morning break ended as the staff moved him, so the whole of his class saw him crying. Not so big any more…

bullying assault fisticuffs school
Yay! So this is fun :-)
Nothing better than a really good thunderstorm to clear the air.

Yay! So this is fun :-)

Nothing better than a really good thunderstorm to clear the air.

lightning thunderstorm weather boner wbotd
Incoming!
For a nation that’s renowned for talking about the weather, we rarely get visually spectacular weather systems. This front just moved in over the Marsh in record time. Ten minutes ago, we were sat on the deck enjoying a drink with our neighbours…

Incoming!

For a nation that’s renowned for talking about the weather, we rarely get visually spectacular weather systems. This front just moved in over the Marsh in record time. Ten minutes ago, we were sat on the deck enjoying a drink with our neighbours…

storm wbotd weather boner

A moral question

Today, one of our charges got into a scrap at school. He’s ten, and stuff happens at that age. The outcome was unfortunate. He got punched on the nose and had a massive nosebleed.

The school phoned to explain that the incident occurred.They said that Ten showed great restraint, and didn’t react in the way he would have done a couple of years ago before he came to us. They said they’re going to “do something” about the other kid for the last couple of days of term. They also told the other kid that it was an assault, and it may not end there if we decide to take it further.

The incident occurred when a teacher intervened in a disagreement over a basket ball. Ten stamped on the other kid’s foot when the teacher took the ball away. The other kid’s response was disproportionate. The ferocity of his punch lifted Ten off his feet and broke his nose. The other kid is a year older and much bigger than Ten.

That’s life; school of hard knocks and all that. Or is it? The school told Ten that the other kid had an excuse. They say he’s ADHD. I call BS. We’ve looked after kids with ADHD. This kid simply doesn’t have parental boundaries.

So here’s the dilemma. Do we let the school make excuses for, and thereby condone, unacceptable behaviour? Or do we teach this kid a lesson by taking it further and pressing charges?

fostering fisticuffs school parenting

Today was full of pricks

Yes, I thought that might get your attention. First thing this morning I saw my physiotherapist, who delivered acupuncture a la mode. Until then I was fairly sure only porcupines had that many needles one go. Then, more needles with my dentist, who had to prep me for a crown this afternoon. That’s the first time I’ve needed any dental work in nearly ten years, so that’s a plus.
So here I am at the end of a rather punctured day. But most importantly, tonight I’m without pain for the first time in months. I know it won’t last; there’s no longer a disc between L2 & L3, but I can’t describe how good it feels to be free of pain. You become so accustomed to chronic pain that when suddenly it’s missing, it’s like a ray of sun shining through a thunderstorm.

acupuncture needles pain analgesia physiotherapy
And you needed twitter to tell us that?

And you needed twitter to tell us that?

(Source: twitter.com)

atheism
sybilthepug:


Mud, mud, glorious mud, nothing quite like for cooling the blood.
Yes, it’s mud. It works for hippos, so I thought I’d give it a try. My human seemed distressed for some reason. It was her fault anyway. She drove me and the other pug to a place called the workshop. Really? Why is it called a workshop if the pugbus with a motor doesn’t work? Then she expected me to walk home. In this heat. It was never going to happen without some serious cooling. And the best part? I had a nice cool shower when I got home.
I like mud. It works. Unlike her pugbus.


The joys of pug ownership…

sybilthepug:

Mud, mud, glorious mud, nothing quite like for cooling the blood.

Yes, it’s mud. It works for hippos, so I thought I’d give it a try. My human seemed distressed for some reason. It was her fault anyway. She drove me and the other pug to a place called the workshop. Really? Why is it called a workshop if the pugbus with a motor doesn’t work? Then she expected me to walk home. In this heat. It was never going to happen without some serious cooling. And the best part? I had a nice cool shower when I got home.

I like mud. It works. Unlike her pugbus.

The joys of pug ownership…

Pug alert!
Supper.

Salmon fillet in sweet chilli sauce, freshly picked broad beans, and salad topped with chopped chilli.

Supper.

Salmon fillet in sweet chilli sauce, freshly picked broad beans, and salad topped with chopped chilli.

nomnomnom vegetables pescetarian salad

nevver:

Trinity - July 16th, 1945

Sixty nine years ago today, this event changed the world irrevocably.

Odd how Google doesn’t mark this day with an inane doodle…

atomic bomb trinity oppenheimer
Le Tour, Yorkshire style.
Farmer Keith Chapman, a keen cycling enthusiast, painted his flock in the Yellow Race Leader’s jersey, Polka Dot of the Mountains Competition Leader, and Green jerseys for the Points Leader to greet the Tour de France riders when they cycled past.
Picture: John Giles/PA, via The Telegraph

Le Tour, Yorkshire style.

Farmer Keith Chapman, a keen cycling enthusiast, painted his flock in the Yellow Race Leader’s jersey, Polka Dot of the Mountains Competition Leader, and Green jerseys for the Points Leader to greet the Tour de France riders when they cycled past.

Picture: John Giles/PA, via The Telegraph

sheep le tour de france cycling
Game of Bones
"When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”
Move over humans. The Pug version is obviously better.
Picture Philip Lauer/Barcroft Media, via The Telegraph

Game of Bones

"When the snow falls and the white winds blow,
the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”

Move over humans. The Pug version is obviously better.

Picture Philip Lauer/Barcroft Media, via The Telegraph

pug pugs game of thrones game of bones
"You can’t even say it wrong properly."
One of our tens, after we tried to explain the difference between council and cancel.
elocution language english pronunciation
Firecracker Prawn…
…with extra chillies

Firecracker Prawn…
…with extra chillies

wagamama so good chillies bring me the heat
My little vegetable plot.

So many beans :-)

My little vegetable plot.

So many beans :-)

vegetables vegetarian grow your own food free food