Unfortunately, I have not been able to blog as much as I would have liked over the past year and I especially miss catching up with everyone. I have managed to get on Facebook though and have at least been able to see what you have all been up to. Even if I haven’t interacted much, I am still lurking about in the shadows!
I have just finished Uni for my second year in my nursing degree and have got 7 weeks left of a very busy placement where I feel there is so much to learn. However, as we have just had horrid Path & Pram plus medications management exam I am finally free from the revision that has been taking over my life for the past god knows how long!
All assignments are now finished and passed and I am just awaiting the results of that exam (in about 3 weeks time) to be able to relax (albeit temporarily) and look forward to my 3rd and final year)!
I had a look at my poor neglected blog and decided that I was going to move back from self-hosted to WordPress as it was due to expire and I cannot afford to lash out for another few years, plus it is cheaper doing it this way. As some of you may remember though, my technical skills when it comes to blogging are pretty rubbish and when I transferred everything back I lost all of my images (sound familiar? I did this before once as well)! Not only that but I have had to change themes as the other one was a plugin for which I would need a business account). Anyway, suffice it to say that I am now fiddling and faffing about trying to add images to all of my posts. (Hopefully, they are all stored on my pc but it is finding them, as I forgot exactly what I called them when I filed them)! Oh, and to top it off all my followers seem to have legged it! (Not that I can blame them though as I have been a little elusive lately!
So what I am blabbering on about is that I am still here despite my blog looking bloody awful and pictureless. I am doing my best to get it looking pretty again but not sure this theme is one I will stick with yet. I am hoping that now I am back in the warm embrace of WordPress my site won’t keep falling to bits despite my best efforts to muck it up when I try ‘improving’ it.
If anyone is still around and reading this, THANK YOU! I will try and be a little more active with my blogging this year. 🙂
This week Linda has given us, spoke for our Stream of Consciousness posts, which can be used as part of a word or as a word itself, whichever we choose, and there are bonus points available if we don’t use it in the first sentence! I am using it as part of the word spoken.
I always seem to find myself talking about how far behind I am with my blogging on Saturdays in these posts but as it is becoming pretty frequent I will have to stop doing that. I am also going to mention today that which should not be spoken about! You know what I mean, something else I am harping on about a lot lately, and it has to do with the .profession that I have chosen.
I have to tell you though, that I passed the assignment that I had to resubmit and although we have been back at Uni since the start of the week, I can now fully relax in the knowledge that I am a fully fledged 2nd year now! We go out on placement at the end of May, something else which I am pretty excited about too!
I think I have spoken enough for now!
Something entirely different from me today. I am extremely thrilled and delighted to be a part of Tallis Steelyard’s blog tour am proud to be hosting today’s story, which is entitled ‘The Market. ‘ If you would like to get the low-down on the backstory then please hop over to Tallis’ blog here.
Now, a word from the man himself:
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Tallis Steelyard. The Festival, and other stories.
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Tallis touches upon child rearing, politics as a performance art, the joy of
dance and the advantages that come with good manners. Discover why Madam
Dolbart was forced to constantly hire new cooks, marvel at the downfall of
Dash Blont, lecher, libertine, and philanderer. Whatever happens, do not
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morning pick-me-up of horse dung spread fine on toast. You too can be
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8) The market
Have you ever considered the complexity of provisioning a city the size of Port Naain? How many grain ships must dock each week? How many thousands of livestock are driven into the city from our hinterland? Yet it all happens without obvious drama. Each day there is enough fine quality horrocks to enable Falan Geer to serve truly excellent pies in his pie shop. But at the same time somebody supplies enough nondescript creatures composed mainly of fat and gristle to enable Mingin Webble to continue in production in his somewhat less prestigious establishment. Is not the world of commerce a miracle?
You might ask why a poet waxes lyrical on such a topic, but I served my time with Miser Mumster. Yes as a poet I can make words dance to serve my whim, but thanks to a sound early training I can also take pleasure in the magic of numbers and applaud the precise way they march in their serried ranks.
Still who, you might ask, looks to those other commodities which come into the city? After all, if I, Tallis Steelyard, wish for a cinnamon bun, I do not want to hear that there is an unexpected shortage of cinnamon in the city. But perhaps next week, tired of cinnamon, I fancy something sweeter, a honey cake perhaps? Who is going to ensure that there is enough honey in the city to pander to my whims?
Indeed there are even more esoteric commodities traded in our city and the demand is monitored very closely by skilled professionals. In this painting, Andreal introduces us to two of them. The lady in blue in our picture is Tannit Armley, while the young flower seller is Ettie Wakes.
Tannit specialises in spices and associated commodities. She is one of a number of traders who will drift between various tea and coffee houses, sipping infusions, nibbling exotic cakes and exchanging pleasantries with the customers. She will talk to the proprietors but also to those who wait at the tables. Thus she hopes to spot any trends in the market and take advantage of them. So last year it was she who spotted that lemon and ginger was falling from favour amongst older ladies who as winter came on were switching to hot chocolate with mint. Chocolate always gets increased sales at that time of the year but this was the first time that chocolate and mint had been fashionable. Tannit spotted the trend and it was she purchased enough mint to get the city through winter. Incidentally, she also cornered the market and made rather a lot of money in the process.
That being said, her trade is always uncertain. Last year she correctly predicted rum as the flavouring of choice for custards but other than buying half a boat load of rum as it came into Port Naain, there was little else she could do. Similarly whilst she was correct that the berries of the red-leaved smokethorn would be this year’s culinary sensation, due to transport considerations, by the time the berries arrived, fashion had moved on. This explains why Porridge Vinney and other street vendors were offering smokethorn as one of their flavourings. Tannit was faced with getting rid of her stock at fire-sale prices or paying for warehouse space to store rotting fruit.
Young Ettie Wakes on the other hand specialises in monitoring a very different market. She sells her flowers outside the places where you go to be seen. She it is who watches the ladies and gentlemen come and go and works out who are the rising stars of the social scene, and who are destined to fade and disappear.
It was Ettie who defied opinion which declared that Tannit Armley was finished as mistress of Alaman Just. She it was who always sold Tannit her posy as she was escorted into ‘The Stack’, Port Naain’s main theatre, on Alaman’s arm. She it was who sold a posy to Sissie Toolittle the following evening when she was Alaman’s lady of choice at the theatre. At that point most people had written Tannit off.
But Ettie told those who relied upon her intelligence not to snub Tannit too soon. Sure enough, the next evening whilst Sissie Toolittle accompanied Alaman to the Sinecurists Ball, Tannit also attended. She stopped and surveyed Ettie’s posies.
Ettie asked if there was anything in particular she was looking for. Verona flashed her a smile which showed all her teeth, and answered, “Something with a good sharp edge.”
With that she took a perfect rose, squared her shoulders and with her head held high walked into the ballroom looking neither to the right nor the left.
Obviously everybody knows the story, and how Alaman Just ended up kneeling at Tannit’s feet, held there by his wife who had a tight grip on his ear.
Indeed two days later, at a soiree I was helping to organise, I overheard Madam Just say to a friend, “If a man will not be loyal to his mistress, he will not be loyal to his wife.”
Apparently Madam Just and Tannit take tea together at least twice a week, and neither of them will pass young Ettie without buying a posy from her.
This week Linda has given us, picture for our Stream of Consciousness posts, which can be used as follows: Write about, or theme your post on the first picture you see when you sit down to start writing. You don’t need to describe the picture necessarily–you can even put yourself in it if you’re not already there. Enjoy!
Well, the first picture or rather pictures that I saw when I sat down to write were the ones that are in my images folder that I use for my blog. A couple of weeks ago my blog was reset to an earlier date due to some running problems. After spending nearly two full days in contact with technical support to get the blog to this point, I was so happy to see that it returned, that I didn’t realise there was a fatal flaw – no images were showing up on the posts or in my media!
The very first ones on my blog and also the homepage images were there so that is why I didn’t realise there was anything amiss. Last night though, the penny dropped! Where were all the images hiding? The only ones in my media were those that I had recently uploaded. I did a bit of poking around, to see if I could figure out where they had gone, then eventually turned to my ever faithful friend Mr Google, for some answers.
I was not impressed with the complicated procedures regarding file permissions and other stuff that I didn’t understand, but despite, messing up my blog before by tinkering with stuff I have no clue about, I managed to change them but still no difference. Another suggestion by my helpful friend was to re-upload the entire lot as they could have got ‘lost’ during the reset. Bugger, that is going to take time. Luckily this blog is not that old, but I still have loads of posts to sort out.
Not only do I have to re-upload them but of course, I need to re-assign them to the particular post they were meant for! I have started on this mammoth task, but it is going to take ages. Please bear with my rather naked blog if you find it imageless, I am working on it!
I just wanted to put you in the picture!
To become addicted to blogging
Is extremely easy to do
Just follow the steps I will teach you
And you will find yourself hooked on it too.
First, you must write a blog post
As without one, you can’t go very far
It can be about almost anything
From sewing to buying a new car!
Then you sit and wait anxiously
Hoping you’ll get a response
You know that it is important
Although you feign nonchalance
Next, you have to be friendly
It’s vital to have interaction
The giving and receiving of comments
Is a cause for immense satisfaction.
Blogging takes a lot of commitment
So doing it every day
Is a great way to speed up the process
As addiction will soon come your way.
Other bloggers will become your new buddies
And you learn from each other as well
You spend all your time now on blogging
You are falling under its spell.
Sometimes it becomes so annoying
When you have something interesting to say
But you haven’t the time to post it
As ‘real life’ gets in the way!
You constantly check notifications
And hope there’s a comment or two
This blogging obsession is deepening
And there’s not a lot you can do!
You have even started to notice
That sometimes when you go out
And something unusual happens
It will be great to blog about!
If you are paying attention
And are following my tips to the letter
Then you too will be addicted to blogging
I can’t think of anything better!