Wandering on Wednesday

My Sense of Time 

I have an uncanny sense of time. If I put something in the oven for twenty five minutes I usually set my alarm to make sure that if I get side-tracked I don’t forget it. But you can guarantee that a few seconds before the alarm goes off I have already opened the oven door. If I want to wake at a particular time I usually can do – to the minute, unless I’m not well in which case my common sense gene takes over from my clock gene and I sleep until I wake ’naturally’. Living by the clock is not a natural thing for the human body to do. It’s being part of a community (perhaps of work) and a wider world (including tv, radio, and other events) that creates the demand we be ‘on time’. So how does a body /mind get to have an internal clock like mine? If someone could isolate the gene could I sell it for a fortune?

A Mining Bee 

This is an Adrena species of mining bee taking advantage of Daughter-who-takes-photos being away to burrow into the back wall of the house. With over 1,300 species, Andrena is one of the largest of all bee genera.  After they mate the females seek sites for their nest burrows, where they construct small cells containing a ball of pollen mixed with nectar, upon which an egg is laid, before each cell is sealed.


Blogger 

A post wouldn’t be a post without me moaning about Blogger. (You can skip this bit Helen!) If you have, or contribute to, more than five blogs you have to press a ‘view more’ button to see beyond the first ones on your dashboard. And then you see them all whereas on the old dashboard you only saw the ones you had chosen to see. I do this occasionally but when I forget it means I don’t see that there are comments awaiting moderation. I obviously didn’t press the ‘view more’ button for ten days because I discovered loads of comments awaiting moderation. That would never have happened with the old dashboard where one could show all one’s chosen blogs in the one list and where the comment moderation wasn’t in a silly insignificant orange against a white background. Have Blogger never heard of beta testing and user-friendliness and partially sighted users and… Ah, the list is endless.

Tea on the Green 

The other day I was in Exeter city centre in the sunshine for the first time and I had some poached eggs at Tea on the Green. Despite exploring many of the city centre cafes with GB this is a new one to me.

And well worth visiting again. Such pleasant service and eggs beautifully done.

Then a lovely coffee outside to finish off.

An accordion player accompanied my drink as I texted Partner-who-drinks–tea two hundred miles away and invited her to join me.

Sadly not only could she not travel that distance in the blink of an eye but also she was marking student essays and, to cap it all, it was raining up there on Merseyside. But at least I had thought of her.