Tuesday, 29 October 2013
Saturday, 19 October 2013
Marmite - the facts
MARMITE is 100% vegetarian.
The basic raw material used in the manufacturing of MARMITE is leftover brewer's yeast (the stuff left at the bottom of the pot when making Whisky).
MARMITE is one of the UK's most popular savoury spreads - sales topping 23.5 million.
MARMITE can be eaten on toast, in sandwiches or as an ingredient in stews and casseroles.
MARMITE contains virtually no fat or sugar (only 8kcal per 4g serving).
MARMITE is listed as Kosher, but under the status of 'not manufactured under Rabbinical supervision'
Love it or hate it.
Friday, 18 October 2013
Thursday, 17 October 2013
Wednesday, 25 September 2013
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
Saturday, 14 September 2013
Thursday, 5 September 2013
Sunday, 4 August 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Friday, 21 June 2013
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
One of the most amazing people I have ever known was recently diagnosed with bipolar affective disorder. To know she was struggling with it herself for so long while I knew her to be so caring of others is astounding. A mutual friend of ours posted this for her.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
(Wild Geese - Mary Oliver.)
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
(Wild Geese - Mary Oliver.)
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