Why one HobNob just
isn’t enough!
Why is it so hard to stop eating just
one biscuit and so easy to finish off
the packet? Speaking to the Daily
Mail, Dr Carel Le Roux (Medicine) says
that fructose,
which is a sugar derived
from fruit, may be to blame. Fructose
is mixed with corn syrup and used in
processed
foods such as fizzy drinks
and biscuits to make
them sweet and last
longer. Fructose gives
us confused messages
about satiety,
explained Dr Le Roux:
“When we eat sugar,
our body releases
insulin
which tells the
brain that we have had enough to eat.
High insulin levels are one of the factors
that dampen the appetite.” He said:
“However, fructose doesn’t trigger
as
much of an insulin response as regular
sugar, so the brain doesn’t get the message
that you are full.”
I've copied this from our staff newsletter (you may or may not know that I work in a university) The quote is from one of our research staff. And there was me thinking that Fructose was "better" than refined sugar. Obviously not! Especially if you have no will power (like me!)
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Monday, 1 March 2010
I know I haven't posted in an age.....
but I am prompted today by the weekend that I've had. Some of it was good and some of it was bad....it's sort of a tale about people I don't see very often, but who I love very much...I'll start with the good...
On Saturday I met up with a friend that I don't see very often....still had her Christmas present to give her! We went to Olympia for the "Who Do You Think You Are" show. Now bearing in mind that both of us work full time, and have other things going on in our lives neither of us devotes much time to Genealogy....in fact I don't think I've done anything on mine since we went to the show last year! I probably had a spurt of energy when I returned and then it went by the board again. I guess this could be considered another one of my UFOs although it's an ongoing thing as you acquire more information.
Anyway, we had a lovely day...as we don't see each other very often, and she lives in Berkshire and I live in London, it's a good excuse to meet up and chat, have coffee, chat, have lunch, chat, have more coffee....are you getting the picture? But we also gleaned some more information about our ancestors, my friend in particular was looking for great grandfather who wasn't appearing on the census for a particular year, she knew he was a soldier, but couldn't figure out why he wasn't on the census even so. She found out that he was in the Gordon Highlanders and now knows where to look for more information. She has traced some of her tree back to the 1700s, but mine is a little more problematic as my family were immigrants around the turn of the 20th Century, and I don't have very much information about where they originated other the country. Much of the problems stemming from the spelling of their surnames. For example I have four documents with 4 different spellings, none of which give me very much information when I search for them. However I also managed to find some info on where to search that I hadn't thought of before so that's another avenue to explore.
Quite a long day...hard on the feet, and all talked out when we left!
Then yesterday, I had to go to the funeral of my favourite cousin. Such a shame, she was 2 years younger than me and had breast cancer about 5 years ago, had a double mastectomy and had been getting on really well then about 6 or 8 months ago it came back elsewhere in her body and last week she lost the fight. So I just wanted to say a few words about the lovely person....she studied and trained as a civil engineer back in the 70s when as you can imagine there were very few women in that industry. She took a lot of stick from builders on the sites that she worked on, but this always turned to admiration. She had a thirst for knowledge, and spoke several languages fluently, and we had something in common in that she was into arts and crafts in a big way. When she took an early retirement from engineering and surveying she really came into her own. She studed interior design, did mosaics among other things and evetually came to stained glass. First at evening classes and then most recently she did a years diploma course at Central St Martins (a very prestigious art college) in Glass and Architecture.
She was also someone I didn't see very often, but at family gatherings she was always the one I was most pleased to see arrive. and she would always make a point to let me know what she was getting up to or to visit any exhibition where there was some of her work showing. The last of these was the end of year show at St Martins last sumnmer.
RIP Jacquie Harris....I shall miss you very much>
On Saturday I met up with a friend that I don't see very often....still had her Christmas present to give her! We went to Olympia for the "Who Do You Think You Are" show. Now bearing in mind that both of us work full time, and have other things going on in our lives neither of us devotes much time to Genealogy....in fact I don't think I've done anything on mine since we went to the show last year! I probably had a spurt of energy when I returned and then it went by the board again. I guess this could be considered another one of my UFOs although it's an ongoing thing as you acquire more information.
Anyway, we had a lovely day...as we don't see each other very often, and she lives in Berkshire and I live in London, it's a good excuse to meet up and chat, have coffee, chat, have lunch, chat, have more coffee....are you getting the picture? But we also gleaned some more information about our ancestors, my friend in particular was looking for great grandfather who wasn't appearing on the census for a particular year, she knew he was a soldier, but couldn't figure out why he wasn't on the census even so. She found out that he was in the Gordon Highlanders and now knows where to look for more information. She has traced some of her tree back to the 1700s, but mine is a little more problematic as my family were immigrants around the turn of the 20th Century, and I don't have very much information about where they originated other the country. Much of the problems stemming from the spelling of their surnames. For example I have four documents with 4 different spellings, none of which give me very much information when I search for them. However I also managed to find some info on where to search that I hadn't thought of before so that's another avenue to explore.
Quite a long day...hard on the feet, and all talked out when we left!
Then yesterday, I had to go to the funeral of my favourite cousin. Such a shame, she was 2 years younger than me and had breast cancer about 5 years ago, had a double mastectomy and had been getting on really well then about 6 or 8 months ago it came back elsewhere in her body and last week she lost the fight. So I just wanted to say a few words about the lovely person....she studied and trained as a civil engineer back in the 70s when as you can imagine there were very few women in that industry. She took a lot of stick from builders on the sites that she worked on, but this always turned to admiration. She had a thirst for knowledge, and spoke several languages fluently, and we had something in common in that she was into arts and crafts in a big way. When she took an early retirement from engineering and surveying she really came into her own. She studed interior design, did mosaics among other things and evetually came to stained glass. First at evening classes and then most recently she did a years diploma course at Central St Martins (a very prestigious art college) in Glass and Architecture.
She was also someone I didn't see very often, but at family gatherings she was always the one I was most pleased to see arrive. and she would always make a point to let me know what she was getting up to or to visit any exhibition where there was some of her work showing. The last of these was the end of year show at St Martins last sumnmer.
RIP Jacquie Harris....I shall miss you very much>
Monday, 2 November 2009
A Day At The Races....
No, not a review of the Marx Brothers film! On Saturday I took my brother out for the day for a treat. It was his 60th birthday last week, and didn't want any fuss or parties, so I thought we should go out for the day. I'd asked him where he wanted to go and he didn't really know, but where we live is very handy for the M11, so we thought we would have a day out in Cambridge and look at the colleges there as we both like old buildings and stuff like that. Come Saturday morning though, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to go to Cambridge, so we were discussing where else was easy to get to up the M11! "Newmarket" he says....then, "not much goes on there though".
"What about the races?" I said. So we looked in the paper and discovered that there was a meeting that day, and it was the last one of the season....so off we went.
Neither of us had been horse racing before, so had no idea what to expect. However I had worked some years ago at a greyhound racing track and it wasn't dissimilar so didn't take long to get in the swing. I thought it was quite expensive to get in though at £10-£16 each, even with his newly acquired OAP concession! But the parking was free!
I really loved it! We soon got in the routine of watching the horses parade in the paddock before deciding which one we wanted to bet on...placing our bets and then going across to the track to wait for the start of the race. You could barely see the starting gate off in the distance, but there was a huge screen by the side of the track so you watch easily until they were coming up to the grandstand. You knew when they were within sight without even seeing them yourself as the cheering started on the far side of the grandstand and washed across the enclosure gradually getting louder and building to a crescendas the horses rushed towards the winning post.
I did my best Eliza Doolittle impersonation "Come on ....come on ....COME ON DOVER MOVE YOUR BLOOMIN ARSE!" If you've never seen it, watch it here...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rxtbOVWmTM
it's quite long so wizz it along to about 7minutes in if you don't want to wait!
Anyway...we were certainly on a beginners luck winning streak, we had a win or a place on all of the first five races (there were 8 altogether) and then we lost on a couple. so decided to call it a day and left after the seventh to avoid a big crush when the last race had finished. But the only money we laid out for betting was on the first race, and we played with the winnings after that. There was still a bit in the kitty when we left which I gave to my brother.
A thoroughly enjoyable day, the weather was kind to us, and unless it's against your religion or something I would recommend it for a day out, as long as you're not likely to get carried away with the betting you don't have to spend a fortune.
"What about the races?" I said. So we looked in the paper and discovered that there was a meeting that day, and it was the last one of the season....so off we went.
Neither of us had been horse racing before, so had no idea what to expect. However I had worked some years ago at a greyhound racing track and it wasn't dissimilar so didn't take long to get in the swing. I thought it was quite expensive to get in though at £10-£16 each, even with his newly acquired OAP concession! But the parking was free!
I really loved it! We soon got in the routine of watching the horses parade in the paddock before deciding which one we wanted to bet on...placing our bets and then going across to the track to wait for the start of the race. You could barely see the starting gate off in the distance, but there was a huge screen by the side of the track so you watch easily until they were coming up to the grandstand. You knew when they were within sight without even seeing them yourself as the cheering started on the far side of the grandstand and washed across the enclosure gradually getting louder and building to a crescendas the horses rushed towards the winning post.
I did my best Eliza Doolittle impersonation "Come on ....come on ....COME ON DOVER MOVE YOUR BLOOMIN ARSE!" If you've never seen it, watch it here...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rxtbOVWmTM
it's quite long so wizz it along to about 7minutes in if you don't want to wait!
Anyway...we were certainly on a beginners luck winning streak, we had a win or a place on all of the first five races (there were 8 altogether) and then we lost on a couple. so decided to call it a day and left after the seventh to avoid a big crush when the last race had finished. But the only money we laid out for betting was on the first race, and we played with the winnings after that. There was still a bit in the kitty when we left which I gave to my brother.
A thoroughly enjoyable day, the weather was kind to us, and unless it's against your religion or something I would recommend it for a day out, as long as you're not likely to get carried away with the betting you don't have to spend a fortune.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
More about my holiday
I've put some (well quite a lot) of my pictures in a webshots album here... http://outdoors.webshots.com/album/574823110PhSlDK?vhost=outdoors Sorry, I couldn't figure out how to get a slideshow on here even though webshots very kindly provide a code that you can copy! (duh!) I seem to have taken a rather large amount of pictures of flowers...even though I've had my digital camera for about 2 years now (or it might even be 3), I'm still fascinated by the fact that you get such good close ups of things like flowers and insects.
Talking about how long I've had my camera reminds me of an incident that happened while I was away....there was me standing on the end of the Cobb on Lyme Regis, when I decided to have my photo taken.....anyone who knows me will know that I absolutely hate to have my picture taken so this was a red letter day! So I gave the camera to my friend to take the picture. She faffed about for a while and complained that she couldn't tell it had actually taken the picture as there was no indication. Well it turned out that she had kept her finger on the button so long that there wasn't one picture of me but NINE!! Something I had no idea that the camera did was that if you keep your finger on the button it just keeps shooting.....Two years I've had that bloomin camera and how many times have I tried to take a picture of bird taking off or a bee on flower and been moaning to myself that by the time you take the second picture it's too late! You should have seen us....standing on the end of the Cobb with nothing but the sea around us, and we were just creased up with laughter at these nine photos of someone who never has her picture taken....ever! And wanting to go back in time to try for all those great shots that you wanted, but never could get!
also on the subject of my not being a very good photographer.....you'll notice that there is a video clip in amongst the pictures....no idea how that happened to get in there.....I do know that my camera will take short videos, but I didn't know at the time that that was switched on...don't know why it was switched on either as I'm pretty sure that I hadn't intended to take any videos. It only looks pretty good, because I took a picture of the swan (thus starting the video (?)) and kept him in my view waiting for him to do something else that might be worthy of a picture (that's why it goes off a bit wonky at the end!) Ah well, one of these days I'll take Geek lessons!#
Talking about how long I've had my camera reminds me of an incident that happened while I was away....there was me standing on the end of the Cobb on Lyme Regis, when I decided to have my photo taken.....anyone who knows me will know that I absolutely hate to have my picture taken so this was a red letter day! So I gave the camera to my friend to take the picture. She faffed about for a while and complained that she couldn't tell it had actually taken the picture as there was no indication. Well it turned out that she had kept her finger on the button so long that there wasn't one picture of me but NINE!! Something I had no idea that the camera did was that if you keep your finger on the button it just keeps shooting.....Two years I've had that bloomin camera and how many times have I tried to take a picture of bird taking off or a bee on flower and been moaning to myself that by the time you take the second picture it's too late! You should have seen us....standing on the end of the Cobb with nothing but the sea around us, and we were just creased up with laughter at these nine photos of someone who never has her picture taken....ever! And wanting to go back in time to try for all those great shots that you wanted, but never could get!
also on the subject of my not being a very good photographer.....you'll notice that there is a video clip in amongst the pictures....no idea how that happened to get in there.....I do know that my camera will take short videos, but I didn't know at the time that that was switched on...don't know why it was switched on either as I'm pretty sure that I hadn't intended to take any videos. It only looks pretty good, because I took a picture of the swan (thus starting the video (?)) and kept him in my view waiting for him to do something else that might be worthy of a picture (that's why it goes off a bit wonky at the end!) Ah well, one of these days I'll take Geek lessons!#
Monday, 28 September 2009
Just back.....
...from a lovely week in Dorset. Lyme Regis to be precise, a beautiful part of the country if you've never been.
We stayed in a little cottage in the heart of the town, with the River Lym running right outside the kitchen window at the back on the lower floor. It was on a narrow road that was just big enough for one vehicle to drive down....no room to park though....parking was in a car park up the road, a 5 minutes walk the brochure said...and it was...what they failed to mention was that it was up a bloomin steep hill. One of those where you have bend forward practically at a 90 degree angle in order to get up it, and bend backwards on the way down taking little tiny steps so that your feet don't run away with you!! Oh!...and also stop halfway up to get your breath back and let your knees rest! What with that and the fact that the cottage was on three levels with a steep and narrow staircase, and everywhere else we went seemed to be on a hill....well, I'm abso-bloomin-lutely exhaused!!
I'm putting some photos into a webshots album, so I'll post more details when I've done that and then you can be really bored and look at all my photos!
We stayed in a little cottage in the heart of the town, with the River Lym running right outside the kitchen window at the back on the lower floor. It was on a narrow road that was just big enough for one vehicle to drive down....no room to park though....parking was in a car park up the road, a 5 minutes walk the brochure said...and it was...what they failed to mention was that it was up a bloomin steep hill. One of those where you have bend forward practically at a 90 degree angle in order to get up it, and bend backwards on the way down taking little tiny steps so that your feet don't run away with you!! Oh!...and also stop halfway up to get your breath back and let your knees rest! What with that and the fact that the cottage was on three levels with a steep and narrow staircase, and everywhere else we went seemed to be on a hill....well, I'm abso-bloomin-lutely exhaused!!
I'm putting some photos into a webshots album, so I'll post more details when I've done that and then you can be really bored and look at all my photos!
Friday, 11 September 2009
Got My Grumpy Head On Today...
I've got my Grumpy Old Woman head on today....just bear with me...ignore me if you will!
Stupid man got on the bus I was on this morning...on his mobile phone, standing in the doorway while two other people got on. Then he starts looking for his travelcard....still talking on the phone! It's not in that pocket, or this pocket...eventually he tells the person on the phone to hang on...then he starts looking in his bags that he's carrying. Meanwhile we are stuck at the bus stop...the driver won't close the doors and move obviously in case the man hasn't actually got a travelcard, but also because in the centre of town they don't collect money, you have to have a travelcard of some sort or buy a voucher at the machine at the bus stop. So there we are stuck while this stupid man looks for his card.....in his bags, in his pockets again, back to the bags, back to the pockets....eventually finding it in a pocket that he's already looked in twice .....insert picture of me rolling eyes heavenward!
What really annoys me about this, is the fact that he must have known he was going to get a bus, he's been standing at the bus stop for however long....why oh why had he not thought an iota about where his ticket is......
This is something that happens quite often...and I hate to say it, but it's usually women, they might have two or even three bags, and spend a good few minutes rummaging about by the door of the bus looking for their card or ticket......why do they put it somewhere where it can't be easily found? Why just dump it in your bag....put it in a pocket for goodness sake either in the bag or in your jacket!
OK rant over....normal service can be resumed!!
PS....I've just read this back, and now thinking how anally retentive it sounds....I think I need to get a life!!
Stupid man got on the bus I was on this morning...on his mobile phone, standing in the doorway while two other people got on. Then he starts looking for his travelcard....still talking on the phone! It's not in that pocket, or this pocket...eventually he tells the person on the phone to hang on...then he starts looking in his bags that he's carrying. Meanwhile we are stuck at the bus stop...the driver won't close the doors and move obviously in case the man hasn't actually got a travelcard, but also because in the centre of town they don't collect money, you have to have a travelcard of some sort or buy a voucher at the machine at the bus stop. So there we are stuck while this stupid man looks for his card.....in his bags, in his pockets again, back to the bags, back to the pockets....eventually finding it in a pocket that he's already looked in twice .....insert picture of me rolling eyes heavenward!
What really annoys me about this, is the fact that he must have known he was going to get a bus, he's been standing at the bus stop for however long....why oh why had he not thought an iota about where his ticket is......
This is something that happens quite often...and I hate to say it, but it's usually women, they might have two or even three bags, and spend a good few minutes rummaging about by the door of the bus looking for their card or ticket......why do they put it somewhere where it can't be easily found? Why just dump it in your bag....put it in a pocket for goodness sake either in the bag or in your jacket!
OK rant over....normal service can be resumed!!
PS....I've just read this back, and now thinking how anally retentive it sounds....I think I need to get a life!!
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Oh dear....
I've started stitching with the thread mentioned below, and....quelle horreur!....it's a totally different shade to the previous ones I've had....right number but obviously the dye lot is totally different!!
OK, now I know you're saying to yourselves....."that's why you should buy enough all at once"....but in all the years I've been stitching, I've never seen such a big difference. I'm going to have work around it though as it was difficult enough trying to find this in the first place.....Grrr!!
OK, now I know you're saying to yourselves....."that's why you should buy enough all at once"....but in all the years I've been stitching, I've never seen such a big difference. I'm going to have work around it though as it was difficult enough trying to find this in the first place.....Grrr!!
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