Connecting
If you remember, Dear Reader, I mentioned some time back about a fairly local village which was up in arms because they couldn't get a good phone signal. The phone mast had been erected on a nearby hill. H reckoned they'd have done better with a mast on the village green.
Hmmm, time was, and not so long ago, that the proposed erection of a phone mast anywhere near housing brought about the most vociferous protests. When erected there would be complaints from those nearby about all kinds of illnesses - which people hadn't had before the mast was built. The fact that some people had 'symptoms' even before the masts had actually been turned on made me, at least, think a bit but . . . As I said, H, who knows about these things, reckons that people are in far more danger from the radiation due to having a mobile phone clamped to their heads than ever they are from any radiation due to a nearby phone mast.
Then again, once upon a time, and less than one hundred years ago, people were up in arms about electricity pylons and their 'unsightliness' and, possibly, potential health hazards. Actually I think people might be onto something here, for all peregrine falcons have been recorded using the occasional electricity pylon as a nesting site. The chicks seem to fledged successfully! That said, these days most people would rather have pylons 'cluttering' the landscape than be without electricity, for all there's a pretty unsightly cat's cradle of the things to the northwest of the city. It's getting to be pretty much the same these days with mobile phones, although they don't have the connecting cables, which is probably a good thing.
As for having Broadband connectivity, well, living in a city definitely helps there. Though the Post Office is attempting to roll out a higher speed service to villages locally. Hmmm, wonder if that sort of service requires any form of mast, and how much protest the erection of such masts might produce. I dunno, everyone wants the advantages but very few want things cluttering potential views. Heigh ho!
That was the postman's knock on this sunny morning. (Woohoo! The sun is shining!) Wool Warehouse have sent my free nine balls of wool. Hmmm, must go source a pattern for a cadigan in double-knit yarn. Hmm-mmm, as the yarn is 100% wool could I knit it in the round and experiment with steeking? (Cut into my knitting? Even if it means never purling? Aaaarrrggh!) They've also returned the pilling cardigan, which is kind of them, and in it's own organza project bag. That's four large and one small project bags I have now. I'm still finding pills around my 'knitting' chair as 'tis! I'm also beginning to wonder whether this cardigan, which I knitted to replace the pilling one, is starting to pill. I've pulled off quite a few now, and I've only been wearing it for six days! Maybe it's just as well I bought the yarn from another supplier.
And Finally - courtesy of Spitalfields life, some illustrations of Yuletide as drawn by George Cruikshank, between 1838 and 1853. Plus ça change! They do say that a lot of what we now consider to be Christmas customs came in during Victoria's reign.
Y'all have a good day now!
BTW - I've just heard a glowing reccommendation for the Paddington Bear film from someone who went and saw it. Apparently it had everyone laughing, from young children to their grandparents. Not bad for a take on a fifty-year-old bear! Should you be wondering what to do for a special occasion.
Hmmm, time was, and not so long ago, that the proposed erection of a phone mast anywhere near housing brought about the most vociferous protests. When erected there would be complaints from those nearby about all kinds of illnesses - which people hadn't had before the mast was built. The fact that some people had 'symptoms' even before the masts had actually been turned on made me, at least, think a bit but . . . As I said, H, who knows about these things, reckons that people are in far more danger from the radiation due to having a mobile phone clamped to their heads than ever they are from any radiation due to a nearby phone mast.
Then again, once upon a time, and less than one hundred years ago, people were up in arms about electricity pylons and their 'unsightliness' and, possibly, potential health hazards. Actually I think people might be onto something here, for all peregrine falcons have been recorded using the occasional electricity pylon as a nesting site. The chicks seem to fledged successfully! That said, these days most people would rather have pylons 'cluttering' the landscape than be without electricity, for all there's a pretty unsightly cat's cradle of the things to the northwest of the city. It's getting to be pretty much the same these days with mobile phones, although they don't have the connecting cables, which is probably a good thing.
As for having Broadband connectivity, well, living in a city definitely helps there. Though the Post Office is attempting to roll out a higher speed service to villages locally. Hmmm, wonder if that sort of service requires any form of mast, and how much protest the erection of such masts might produce. I dunno, everyone wants the advantages but very few want things cluttering potential views. Heigh ho!
That was the postman's knock on this sunny morning. (Woohoo! The sun is shining!) Wool Warehouse have sent my free nine balls of wool. Hmmm, must go source a pattern for a cadigan in double-knit yarn. Hmm-mmm, as the yarn is 100% wool could I knit it in the round and experiment with steeking? (Cut into my knitting? Even if it means never purling? Aaaarrrggh!) They've also returned the pilling cardigan, which is kind of them, and in it's own organza project bag. That's four large and one small project bags I have now. I'm still finding pills around my 'knitting' chair as 'tis! I'm also beginning to wonder whether this cardigan, which I knitted to replace the pilling one, is starting to pill. I've pulled off quite a few now, and I've only been wearing it for six days! Maybe it's just as well I bought the yarn from another supplier.
And Finally - courtesy of Spitalfields life, some illustrations of Yuletide as drawn by George Cruikshank, between 1838 and 1853. Plus ça change! They do say that a lot of what we now consider to be Christmas customs came in during Victoria's reign.
Y'all have a good day now!
BTW - I've just heard a glowing reccommendation for the Paddington Bear film from someone who went and saw it. Apparently it had everyone laughing, from young children to their grandparents. Not bad for a take on a fifty-year-old bear! Should you be wondering what to do for a special occasion.