Bone China Mugs

Bone China mug
I recently decided to replace some of our old, tatty mugs with new ones. Since tea tastes better in a china mug, that’s what I bought. The one shown is the one my daughter picked. I like it because it’s an aesthetically pleasing shape and it’s got the pattern continued on the handle, which is unusual.

“Why are some of them called bone china?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Probably something to do with the texture or manufacturing process,” I casually said, opening my web browser. Continue reading

Doira’Liim (Beautiful Whisper of the Goddess Saga Book 1) by Krystal Orr

Doira'Liim (The Beautiful Whisper of the Goddess Saga, #1)Doira’Liim by Krystal Orr

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is a story of two women from different tribes/races who are destined to meet, fall in love and change the future. The women’s love story is set against the backdrop of a developing war between their peoples.

Talliea Aldis, is from the diurnal, patriarchal Esu clan and desperate to escape an arranged marriage and Arizira Ahmanae is a huntress for the nocturnal Arnirans who consist of women only. The Esu and the Arnira peoples have not met for many generations and each believe the others to be a myth.

I really enjoyed this book as it is so much more than just a romance. It’s an adventure with fantastic world building and great characters. The Machiavellian plotting by the Moon Goddess and her acolytes, who include a wolf, is breath-taking.

I can’t wait to read the sequel.

Finish the Book!

Yesterday I spent a very pleasant afternoon with an old friend I haven’t seen for ages.

As we were catching up, one of my children mentioned that I’d written part of a book. My friend wanted to know if I was planning to publish it and I just laughed.

They did, however, persuade me that I ought to finish it, even if I am the only one who ever reads it, so today I’ve done some editing. I need to replace all the #apprentice, #village, #horse etc. tags it is littered with when I couldn’t think of a name for something.

The modern perils of an inner-ear infection

I’ve been suffering from an awful inner ear infection for about 10 days now. This is the fourth such in the last 6 months.

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” said the doctor. “Your eardrum is not red or swollen, so just take some decongestants and come back if it gets worse.”

Right, okay! Slight problem with that, I discovered.

Apparently, sudafed (pseudoephedrine) can be used to make crystal meth. Not, is used note, just can be used.

Now, I’m not a drug baron but somehow I can’t quite imagine them popping hundreds of pills out of tens of little blister packs and then grinding them in a pestle and mortar to extract the ingredient they need. Doesn’t really seem very efficient some how.

But because of this, I can only buy one pack of sudafed at a time. And unlike the lucky Americans who can at least get a pack of 24, no, here the largest pack is 12. Yes 12! That’s a whole three day’s worth.

Seriously, governments. Has the availability of crystal meth decreased since you instigated this ridiculous rule? As I couldn’t find any figures I suspect not!

Disney’s Aladdin and the Bechdel Test

I’m not a huge fan of Disney. I was a tom-boy as a kid, so princesses and damsels in distress – blurgh! I wanted to be killing dragons with my own sword, not watching some male do it for me. Still do!

I came to realise as an adult that I don’t actually hate my own gender, I just hate the typical portrayal we are constantly bombarded with. It’s all so bloody black and white and incredibly limiting. Men are strong, testosterone-filled heroes who wear blue and women are simpering, brainless idiots whose only purpose in life is to find a man, whilst wearing pink.

Anyway, what has this to do with Aladdin?

Well, we were chatting after tea and the discussion turned to Robin Williams. I loved him as the genie, he really made that film and the songs were fab. My son, who was probably about three last time we watched, said he didn’t remember so we put it on.

My son chuckled when the Sultan chases Iago round on the magic carpet but otherwise sat stone-faced and totally unimpressed and my daughter said, “I’d forgotten how annoying Jasmine is.”

“Indeed!” I said, “But to be fair her father is even more annoying.”

At the end, daughter said, “Well! That wouldn’t pass the Bechdel test

“The what?” I said.

She gave me one of those withering looks teenagers are so good at. After she explained I agreed with her.

We did like Maleficent though and my favourite Disney film is ‘Fantasia’.