Burning question! …

The world is full of unanswered questions!  

Right now I have a burning question I can’t seem to find an answer for …

Why do big toes have hairs?

Now I haven’t done a massive survey on this and collected loads of data, but I have asked friends. Most women I know (which isn’t many) confess to having under five big toe hairs, 
I myself have three. Does that make me a freak! 

I am not sure how many men have as I’m thinking it may be slightly offensive & weird to ask straight out. I may set up a no shoe and sock policy in my house using hidden foot CCTV to be able to get some real statics collected. Just gotta get some men to enter through the threshold, need to think …

Also the quality of hair, mine are soft and fine but a woman friend said hers are thick which leads to other questions …

Are we born with it?

Wondering about texture, how extreme does it differ and why?

Do they go grey in old age? 

Can your big toe suddenly go bald? 

Anyhow I digress … Why do big toes have hair, it can’t be for protection because three hairs aren’t going to do anything to protect. In fact if my foot were covered in hair and a car rolled over it, I am 100% sure it would still hurt loads.

There are no openings so no need for protection there either. They aren’t long enough to style to funk up a pedicure or go to a big toe hair stylist.

Visualising new movie … Hair raising performance ‘The Three Hair Musketeers’ coming to a big toe near you!  

Why oh why are they there?

Other hair bits I can understand and can come up with sensible & novel answers, for example hair on fingers is to help when you use your hand to wipe your nose (if you haven’t got a tissue handy). It creates a anti slip surface for the mucous to be wiped away discreetly.

We know eyebrows are the umbrellas on our faces.

Leg & hair arm are thermostat control.

I shall stop there! 🙂

Would love to hear any pearls of wisdom you may be able to offer, I am certain there is an answer I just can’t see it …

Kiss me first …

Book review 
 

I read this book in one day purely because I didn’t want to put it down, it was a very enjoyable read that got my mind thinking.

The reason why this book was chosen was first the cover, it stood out from the other books then I flipped over to the blurb at the back it pulled me in straight away … 
‘On the internet, we can be anyone we choose. No one knows who we really are’.

The reviews seemed great too, it claimed it was short listed for the Guardian First Book Award.
We all use the internet and it rung so true that we never really know who people are. Our lives can be filled with people we have never even met or even if we do eventually meet they can be almost disappointing when compared to the digital version of themselves.
The start of the book was a little confusing but I see what the author did further on, it all smoothed out to a very good read. 
At times when I stopped for a cuppa break not only did it have me thinking about the plot, I also thought of characters I have met online and how they have managed to sow a fabric of lies, choosing whom they wish to be. But we all know in this day and age with so much social media about they are hopefully going to get caught out one day. 

I don’t really want to give you too much info about the book but it follows a young girl called Leila who gets sucks into a weird online group run by a self confessed guru of sorts. 
Leila has an online life and doesn’t venture out into the real world, this is where the abduction of her mind begins. She is a likeable character slightly obsessive but with a vulnerability that only the reader at first sees and almost feels. There are times when her emotions are dealt with almost clinically and you want to reach into the text pull her out and give her a hug but you know she would be as stiff as a board and she would wish to evaporate out of your arms.

Be prepared the book may entice you to think more about the people behind the screen you share your life with, are they really who they say they are?

… Who are you? 

Time a great healer? …

  

I’m going to be honest here as I feel I need to release, I hope you don’t mind…

I’ve had a pretty emotional last couple of weeks and to be trueful I’m finding it hard to motivate myself …

I’ve had to rehome my little lap dog due to having to have my other dog put to sleep for health reasons, my little lap dog would not cope without her because sadly I had to leave them on their own for hours whilst I went to work. The little dog has a lovely new home with dog play friend, lots of laps & human company. He is very happy. My home is quiet and I’m still grieving. I miss them especially my dog that was put to sleep she was the most beautiful dog, ever so faithful, full of love. It hurt to say goodbye. There are times when I forget they are gone, then it hits me hard.

I also had an ugly ending to a fake friendship that I considered real the other day, which still hasn’t settled within me. This was not the right time but then is there ever a right time for dealing with matters that affect the heart and mind? 

My braces cause my teeth to permanently ache, they give me a slight lisp and I’m craving for certain food but if I have I won’t manage to eat them. I can’t chew and am paranoid of keeping the braces clean. This I would normally cope with but it’s just not the right time to have added suffering.
I can’t seem to relax to read, watch a film, play my ukulele or anything that would normally bring me enjoyment.

I know of the sound advice I give to others and to myself but I can’t seem to apply it. 

I feel I have been zapped of my zeal for life.
I need to shed some tears but I have become numb with all the emotion that is whirling around my head & heart. They well up but they won’t tumble anymore. 

The words that I’m hanging onto is ‘Time is a great healer’.

Sand book …

At school a child was reading all about ‘sand’ they got fascinated by some of the facts. I was able to tell them about the coloured sand rocks at the Isle of Wight, how people used to be able to scrap them to get a rainbow colour of sand in a glass. You now have to buy the glass jars ready made up but still lovely to look at the rocks in their glory.

I then remembered when I was little I used to visit Weymouth, South of England, there used to be a sand sculpture on the beach, where a theme would be chosen & made entirely out of sand. 

The child was very inquisitive to find out more so off we went to research …

We found that the sand sculpture pitch on beach had turned into a sand world. We flicked through the photos both open mouthed & wide eyed. Some were amazing, people are very talented, look at what we can create out of different materials beautiful skilled art work. 

Anyhow I found this one and just had to post for all book lovers out there! 

  
Image from sand world, Weymouth.

Emoji 🐳 book …

  

The book Moby Dick (Herman Melville) probably considered by some to be the greatest book written tells of a great sea adventure and of human determination.

I recently discovered that in 2009 Fred Beneson (data engineer) had a light bulb moment. Why not turn this great book in English literature into the future of modern expression … Emoji! At first he did consider translating the bible into emoji.

Emoji’s are used in text, emails & social network … 💻 📱  👀

Influenced by how modern cultures, language & communication relies a lot on digital technology, he set about fund raising, then contracted thousands of people to translate one sentence each into emoji. Then a vote took place, the best ones entered into the book.
Example of text –
Call me Ishmael …

☎️👨⛵️🐳👌

The Library of Congress added the book to it’s massive collection of great classics. 
Very interesting …

What do you think?

👍 👌 👏 👎 😵 💩

Book review …

Journey by Aaron Becker.

 
I came across this book at school, we are doing a massive literacy unit on it. We launched the start and the children & adults absolutely love it, a fantastic book for all ages. Where the book differs is it has no text, so the reader interprets the story solely through the pictures. This allows the reader to get deeper & more intricate each time the book is picked up. 
It is a masterpiece, the art work is beautifully detailed. The story revolves around a young lonely, bored girl where she travels through a imaginary world with her magic red crayon. 

It encourages rich vocabulary from the reader with it’s lush, visual, jaw dropping pictures. It is a book you can share and debate as to what, why, when etc …

The start leads to the end and the end to the start, which you don’t notice on the first ‘read’.

The illustrations alone are so impressive, a stunning book for all bookworms out there…

It would also make a wonderful gift, one to remember!  

Childhood library days …

  

I found my self being transported back in my mind as I finished reading ‘Mrs Pepper-pot’. I had found this book on the shelf in the school library and just had to re-read as it was a favourite when young. I recalled picking this book and many more up from my local library. My mind reminded me of visiting the local library which was ten minutes walk from my house at the local shopping precinct. There was another library in the town which was a bus journey away, then there was Birmingham City where my nan lived. We used to have a day trip out to the massive library there and the Birmingham museum … Days filled with joy and adventure!

I decided to look up the library from childhood as I moved from that area when I was in my early twenties. I discovered that it still stands but it is boarded up as the council want to expand it into a one stop shop and cater more for adult learning. To be trueful I don’t quite remember it like the picture, I can remember walking down what used to be called the ‘spine’ but it was the 70’s and architecture has moved on since then. It is quite a contrast to my local library now that is situated in a little town, housed in a beautiful grade II listed building, but never the less it’s the inside that counts and I spent many happy hours in there reading. I now live in a village and we have a mobile library that visits the streets, I’m unsure how many of these buses still operate. Sadly libraries are slowly being replaced, the next generation to come will not know of the fun to be had, sitting in a building where you are surrounded by books, hearing story time by an adult who loves to read. Having your little ticket stamped and carrying those books home with an excited skip, hop and jump … Sigh!!!