De-mousing the Kitchen
We have a problem with mice in the Wendy house (my silly name for the garden shed!). I’ve tried one of those electronic signal devices that is supposed to deter them but it doesn’t. They haven’t actually chewed it yet but the droppings surrounding it suggest that they are treating it with a certain amount of derision. Anything chewable in the Wendy House they chew. They are a blooming nuisance, cute though they are when they’re climbing up to the bird table and parachuting off into the foliage like jumpers from the Golden Gate Bridge.
And now we have a mouse nest in a porridge oat carton. Not nice to wake up to! I have cleaned out the food cupboard and whilst there are plenty of signs of mousy activity there is no mouse. The problem is the cupboard is on an outside wall where all the pipes come and go and it’s possible it’s wandering in and out at will. I’ve disinfected everything and, in the process, thrown out a few out-of-date products. (White wine vinegar with 24.11.2008 on it is out of date isn’t it?) The mouse deterring electronic beepy thingy is now in the kitchen and we shall see how things go.
What exactly is a Doctorate?
Matt Might, professor of Computer Science at the University of Utah, explains it in this graphic presentation that starts with a simple circle.
(Though it might be safer to say ‘what exactly is a research doctorate?’).
A present from Canada / the Outer Hebrides
One of my blog readers from Canada recently visited the Outer Hebrides – a place she loves. She was kind enough to send me a gift to help compensate for my not going to Lewis this year. The contents were collected on Lewis and the marbled paper was made by her – one of her many skills!
Thank you Person-of-many-names
Partner-who-loves-tea bought an orchid last week. I'm never sure how I feel about Orchids. In one way they are beautiful but in another they always seem a bit false to me.
Partner-who-loves-tea moved her training rooms this week – a major, major, like MAJOR job. Her new rooms are near one of the old Liverpool bridewells which is now a restaurant.
(Bridewell - noun archaic - a prison for petty offenders and a temporary prison for prisoners awaiting trial.) In Liverpool all Police stations with cells were called “Bridewells” and the Main Bridewell in Cheapside was the central lock up and was classified as a prison with its own Governor who was a Police Chief Inspector. This prison was completely secure - once you were in that was it. A plaque on the wall said:
"Please do not ask for bail because a refusal often offends"
This bridewell in Argyll Street opened in 1861 and was built in the Victorian tradition of striking fear into anyone who had the misfortune to have to spend some time there under lock and key.
The warehouse behind, now flats (apartments), dates probably from the early C19th. The old hoist canopy survives at the top.
The term Bridewell has its origins in the 16th century. Cardinal Wolsey had built a Bishops Palace at St Brides Well in London. Near to the banks of the River Fleet which is near to the modern day Fleet Street. Henry VIII at the time was using the Palace of Westminster when it was destroyed by fire. Wolsey offered the King the use of St Brides Well Palace; which the king accepted.
Not long after Henry VIII broke away from the Roman Catholic Church the word Saint was dropped from the name and the words bride's and well had been corrupted into Bridewell. The premises themselves became a house of correction or prison. Within a matter of years the term Bridewell had become common place throughout Great Britain. Merseyside Police no longer use the term Bridewell, the word Bridewell Sgt. has been replaced by custody officer and the old term Bridewell surgeon has been replaced by FME (force/forensic medical examiner).
Some more about the garden
I love Poppies, both in flower and in bud.
We bought a couple of cheap boxes of mixed bulbs and seeds from Aldi earlier in the year. They have proved marvellous value. There were quite a few Gladioli among them.
Our James Grieve apple tree always provides plenty of fruit.
There is enough for us to share with the blackbirds.
Take no notice!