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Right, well, I slightly recind my love of the new Fb timeline. I am hoping it's a starting glitch, but every single time I click or change anything, it refreshes itself and returns to the top of the page. Which is ANNOYING AS HELL.

In other news, there was apple, raisin and cinnamon crepes today with a large cinnamon mocha and I only missed the maple syrup a littlebit.

Spent 20 minutes in circles on the tax automated system that HMRC have and discovered there is actually NO WAY to get a real person on the line, no matter what you press.  However, I think the 'nice English lady' answered the questions I had anyways, so there's.  Which is good, because their website, though extensive, failed to give me a straight answer about ANYTHING.  I don't like ambiguous.  It bugs me.

Lastly, I have a stack of 12 papers (blessedly the longest is 2400 words) on my desk that need to be marked by Friday.  Considering my day tomorrow (and the fact that today is almost over and not a single one has been looked at), I guess I know what I'm going Thurs/Fri.  On the upshot, 12 essays is lots of money!  And I still have my work from Monday to be paid to me next week.  And there are essays in March too for marking.  In still other news, I may get back to paper writing on, oh, Saturday? Which will be a week from when I started writing it.  Unless I get something done in the next few hours.  Maybe to 2000?  My outline hasn't even been approved yet though, so I don't want to get too far into it.  Decisions, decisions.  And Castle.  And tea.  I spent faaaar too much on groceries today, but bought a whole wack of healthy stuff again (third week running now) and all the stuff I need (minus, unfortunately, black pudding) for a fry-up!  And icing for the cupcakes I am making for the bake sale next week.

Which I should write in my day planner before I forget. 

And Morrisons now sells proper food dye for icing.  The gel kind!

So: nice food colouring, answered questions, and the 1950s, which inspired my outfit today!

Pancake Tuesday

This post will not be about pancakes.

It is, only very rarely, that one may watch a film that changes your life - or at the very least makes you think about your life - and take away from it some appreciation that, with a little hope, will last you some years.  It is only very rarely that a film maker manages to make such a film.  And when they do, the results are spectacular.

'The Way' is the story of a journey - or rather, many journies and yet all the same - that does not preach, it does not demand, it does not tell, it does not even imply anything beyond the natural inclination of the human brain to be moved to consideration.  However, I think I would be hard pressed to find a viewer who did not take something of measure from the tale. 

The film is not about the Camino de Santiago de Compostela.  It is not about the relationship between a father and a son.  It is not about the friends you meet on the way or the journey you undertake to get somewhere.  It is not about religion or God or penance.  It is, in some ways, a measure of all and none of these things.  Like the Way of St. James, each viewer will take away their own enlightenment from watching it.

And, like those that reach the end, it is not about who you were before, but where you go afterwards.

One day, I will walk the pilgrim road from St Jean Pied to Santiago de Compostela.  I will not do it for religion, as I am not a Catholic, but I might do it for belief, and for The Road and for myself. 

Most of all, I'll do it for myself.  As everyone does.