The beginning of my day has been chronicled, now for the middle bit.
I have done more work today with my new computer set up than I got through in the last three weeks and might actually have some work to submit before the end of the month. I have also done some washing up and made lunch (cheese on toast with baked beans – a well balanced snack, I like to feel). I have also done my bit for the planet by eating the blue cheese. It didn’t start off that way, it was just grated cheddar when I last used it. Julia would have thrown it out, but I am made of sterner stuff. If Stilton is OK to eat, blue cheddar must be OK, according to my logic. That was two hours ago, Julia is home and she has just read me the riot act about it.
So I went to Google. There are many web pages to read, though you may want to avoid those that spell mould as mold. They are American and American medial advice is notoriously over-protective and worried about being sued. I find this strange, coming from a country where they eat squirrels. Try this one. It’s slightly equivocal, but it seems to me you can eat the mould on cheese and your body can cope with it. Think of it this way – if your body couldn’t cope with a bit of mould you wouldn’t be here.
The main problem isn’t the mould, it’s that I’m lazy and buy my cheese ready grated. And having done this, I use 2/3 of the packet and leave the rest at the back of the fridge for a week.
1820 Crown with some damage. A striking, though not very artistic, rendering.
Julia had an adventurous morning as a race marshal with minimal equipment, unexpected responsibility and no thanks. She did say hello to Richard Whitehead and he said hello back, so at least she had a brush with fame. Did I ever mention that I was Midland’s Rugby League Volunteer Coordinator of the Year a few years ago. That’s not, despite the grammatical ambiguity, a coordinator who is a volunteer, but someone who coordinates volunteers. I would just like to put it on record that if I had treated my volunteers like the Robin Hood Marathon treats theirs, I wouldn’t have won the award, or had any volunteers in my second season.
The photographs are three different ways in which the reverse of a Victorian Crown can be enamelled. I was short on ideas and I like enamelled coins. This is how I make many of my decisions in life. The two undated ones are George IV coins from 1820. I may write a post about enamelled coins at some point in the future.
Enamelled Crown (1887) – good quality enamel work.
LOL – That made me chuckle.
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For the record…I don’t eat squirrel
let’s see how the cost of living goes. I may well end up barbequing squirrel in a supermarket trolly using old copies of “Protect and Survive” as fuel. 🙂
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Nor do I, but I do spell it “mold” and I can understand his feeling like our medical field is being run by lawyers. Because it is.
Completely agree with that. The problem with healthcare is malpractice fees
It is becoming a major issue here too. I believe it is cheaper to kill a patient than injure them and pay for a lifetime of care. Do you feel a dystopian novel coming on?
Yeah…that’s actually a great premise. Get to it…
If only I had the inclination to be rich and famous. Hang on . . . 🙂
Ours is too, it’s just not so open.
That’s so true! Doctors can only do what the insurance companies dictate because if they dare to think or actually try to heal someone, they’ll be sued for not following the rules.
I was unaware of such early enamelled coins. I eat less and less cheese as the years go by.
I recently had a few months where my digestion was quite fragile – I seriously considered a diet of plain toast and clear soup. Fortunately I soon snapped out of that.
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I buy my cheese in blocks and tend to scrape unwanted mould off the sides before eating it but I am sure a little cheese mould is probably good for you.
It doesn’t seem to have done either of us any harm over the years. 😉
Opinions may differ on the subject of whether I am harmless.
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I slice the mold off too, and save it to feed to our dog. She loves it.
We had a cat that loved cheese. It never seems natural, even though they like milk.
I’ve eaten slightly moldy bread, toasted first. 🙂
I’ve eaten it as sandwiches with no ill effects. It could, by this time, be a build up of natural immunity. :-).
I loved this pithy paragraph. “Julia had an adventurous morning as a race marshal with minimal equipment, unexpected responsibility and no thanks. She did say hello to Richard Whitehead and he said hello back, so at least she had a brush with fame. Did I ever mention that I was Midland’s Rugby League Volunteer Coordinator of the Year a few years ago. That’s not, despite the grammatical ambiguity, a coordinator who is a volunteer, but someone who coordinates volunteers. I would just like to put it on record that if I had treated my volunteers like the Robin Hood Marathon treats theirs, I wouldn’t have won the award, or had any volunteers in my second season.”
Thank you to Julia for her services. Every race I have ever run has been full of volunteers who spend the whole day making sure our day is a good one. <3
I will pass that on to her. Thank you.
I didn’t know you were a runner. Just goes to show how many secrets exist on WP. 🙂
I never actually looked like a runner, but I have been one most of my life. Mostly 10miles, 10K and 5K races.
I also have a YouTube channel where I teach how to make pop-up books, and I am the world’s biggest seller of pretty Rolodex cards and dividers.
Oh, and I am an excommunicated former Sunday school teacher.
There’s plenty more. It just doesn’t usually come up in conversation. lol
I knew about the Rolodex cards from years ago (I’m about to mention that I’ve been on WP for 8 years in my next post) but didn’t have a clue about your secret life as either a runner or a heretic. 🙂