Yr Neges Nadolig

Nadolig Llawen i bawb oddi wrth Roger yng Nghymru - Merry Christmas to everyone from Roger in Wales

Statistics

Election and Statistics go together very well indeed. I have mentioned a few Stats about the Blog and earlier today my friend and IT Guru sent me the following message: "...Just read your latest blog entries, and I thought I'd let you know how
I read them, in case others are doing something similar. I use Google Reader (http://www.google.co.uk/reader) to subscribe to all the blogs that I follow. Further, I do almost all of my web browsing through the Firefox web browser
(http://www.mozilla.com/firefox/) with add-ons that prevent javascript running, block adverts, and take various other measures to increase my online security and privacy. Many other people take similar measures. So, I'm not sure how the statistics for who is reading your blog are compiled, but, it might be that the number of visitors/followers/subscribers is being underestimated because of
various intermediaries, and security and privacy measures..."

So the Blog Stats that I have provided for you so far may be an underestimate of the real situation. A bit like the Election Farce in the States the last time around (8 years back and not this years fantastic result). Miscounting, misunderstanding and confusion. Maybe we should arrange for a re-count. My friend also attached a screenshot of what this blog looks like to him in Google Reader. It is totally different and just goes to show that not everything is exactly as we think it is, and things shouldn't be accepted on face value. Now Einstein and others would sign up to that, as I suppose the losing candidate in the Ghanaian Presidential Election will as well. Especially when he reflects on the exit poll results rather than the actual election poll. And that folks is the problem with Statistics; they can be manipulated to display or lean towards what the originator truly desires. And desire will lead us nicely onto the next post when I update you with this evening's fantastic news regarding Jeffers who is suffering 30+ degree heat and the other fantastic news about Patricia and Michael who have to endure -10 at this time of year. I will Facebook them all and ask for permission to release the news in some subsequent Blog posts. Meanwhile, continue to enjoy the read and Nadolig Llawen i bawb - Merry Christmas to everyone.

And more Elections

Ghanaians face a presidential run-off as poll results showed that the ruling party's candidate came out on top in the first round; but just failed to knock his main challenger out of the contest.

According to AFP, Nana Akufo-Addo from the ruling New Patriotic Party (NPP) won 49.13 percent of the vote, ahead of John Atta-Mills of the main opposition National Democratic Congress (NDC) with 47.92 percent. The third placed Candidate was way behind on 1.3 per cent of the vote. The winning candidate had to achieve 50 percent of the vote plus one vote in order to win the election. The next poll between the two front-runners, takes place on December 28th. According to the Electoral Commission Chief Kwado Afari Gyan; turnout in last weeks Election was a healthy 69.52 percent. A turnout of this magnitude indicates that democracy is alive and Well in Ghana. Although there was one small hiccup in that the announce results were based on 229 out of the country's 230 constituencies as Ballot Boxes in one constituency had been tampered with. 229 out of 230, 1 tampered, 1.3 per cent and we realise that numbers do matter after all. Worse still, time has to be set aside to prepare for the second round on the 28th. Given that time is relative, I suspect that this Christmas will go slow for the two contenders, but that time will move too fast for the Party faithful who try and rustle up more support for their chosen candidate. But what really matters is that neither candidate is vying for the top job at the end of the barrel of a gun. It is democracy, and a close hard fought campaign will only go to strengthen the value and credibility of the successful candidate. It would be lovely to meet the Winner and to hope that Ghana can continue to enjoy the peace that it has had for so long.

The Elections

According to the BBC the main contenders to succeed President John Kufuor are; ex-Foreign Minister Nana Akufo-Addo and the opposition's John Atta Mills. Like in the United States; President Kufuor has to step down from holding the office of President having served the maximum of two terms.

Time waits for no Man

Einstein said that Time waits for no Man. Well, if he didn't then he should have. As time certainly doesn't wait around at all. I haven't seen my friend Adam for quite a while and we met up yesterday. What was really interesting about that meeting is that Adam felt, that as a regular reader of the Blog he had in fact kept in touch. Which is quite cool as he is not one of the two listed followers, and I didn't have to spend a lot of time bringing him up to date with what is happening in my life at the moment. Well answers on a postcard there then, as not much is happening at home or in work. Even the studying has been put on the back burner for a while. Especially with Christmas looming and the demands of the 'n' gauge railway build. But the Blog readership is good news, as Adam's declaration means that the Blog now has three Followers and 3 is my lucky number. Well, it ain't quite as lucky as the number 4 but then again that is another story. I suppose Luck, like Time plays an important part of everyone's life. And if it's not time, then it certainly is timing. You only have to look at President elect Barack O to work that one out. But while the United States Elections drew everyone's attention across the World, back in Africa another election was about to take place. The Billboards in Accra displayed lots of pictures of the potential candidates in what would appear on face value to an outsider, to be a system of personality politics. But my conversations with others showed that this was not the case and the election was about who would be best for the Country and why? The Ghanaians embraced their election long before Barack made voting popular. The number of voters was even reported in the UK on the Ceefax and Teletext systems. Lots of text there then; but I wonder what the winners lucky number is? And if that number and the timing of their candidacy had anything to do with the outcome?

Non Linear Activity, Einstein and all of that

It's only when you jump in the car that you realise how BIG our tiny Country actually is! I attended a meeting in the deepest England today and the journey out of Wales took 6.5 hours yesterday and the more direct route return journey took 5.5 hours today! If indeed there is something as the direct Linear route across Wales. Bends, hills, narrow lanes, more bends and even one that went back on itself. That one took two attempts to negotiate given the size of my car. Don't get me wrong, I don't like to brag, but it is a big car. You drop your speed and you save fuel. You increase your speed but you don't necessarily go any faster. I suppose that is the nature of a long journey. And for me it has been two very long journeys over two extremely short days. Einstein told us about time, and the speed of light. Well my car ain't that fast, but one of my daughters does call me 'The Rocket Man'. Long journeys get you to think; and I can now explain Einstein's Theory of Relativity. For some of my friends that won't come as too much of a surprise, but for me given the long journey that I had with Hawkings 'Universe in a Nutshell' it comes across as a triumph. Although I suspect that this particular bit of knowledge won't help me with my forthcoming interview. But it does at least put it all into context. We are all insignificant, it's just that some of us think that we are important when we are not. And one of the trappings of self belief and importance is the car. But however big and powerful it is; it can't make the bendy roads of Wales - Linear. Only Einstein can do that!

Warming Up

The sun is out today, but not as much as in Accra. My friend Michael sent me the following message "Most often it is 28 degrees celsius. Just last week we had 30 degrees. It's hot here mate; it the season of the hot sun and it's getting hot as early as 8am..."

Bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Gosh it's freezing in the U.K. ! The big chill was -5 degrees this morning when I had to defrost my car in order to travel to work. I managed to get the windscreen so that I could safely see and drive, but the bodywork took almost all of the 55 mile journey to defrost. It was -4 on the campus, but one area I drove through was up to 0 degree and that allowed the car to thaw. The chill continued in work and I spent most of the day in a t-shirt, shirt and jacket. Thankfully my bro had sent me a windproof, waterproof, breathable technical fleece as a gift over the weekend. That was really nice of him and a great addition for me to keep warm this Winter. I can only imagine how warm it must be in Accra at the moment. Patricia and Michael will live in Canada, but I don't know where exactly or how warm/cold it is at this time of year. Although, it will not be as warm as Ghana, it probably is warmer than Wales, but then again maybe not. I will have to send a Facebook message to find out the weather in Ghana and Canada. Meanwhile, I shall continue to huddle over the heater and sit here blogging and watching TV. Mind you, chill or no chill I have to get on with building the 'n' gauge railway. Thankfully it is in-doors and does not involve serious labour or the cold weather.

Rydwy'n wedi blino nawr

Well it's been a tiring week so far and I am already looking forward to the weekend. I was in work on Monday and attended a Conference in Cardiff Tuesday. Travelled to work and back again on Wednesday with a series of meetings and Welsh all day today in Llanelli. Another 4 hours on the road today, but it was worth it to practice the language and chat to friends. The problem for me when I study; is that I get hungry for more. So Welsh language here I come, but at the moment I am a bit worn out. I have exchanged messages with my African friends and received some wonderful news, so although I am tired - it has been a great week yet again! Hwyl, a rydw'n gobietho i weld chi yn fuan (Cheerio, and I hope to see you soon)

Readership Stateside

A big Welsh 'Croeso' and African 'Akwaaba' welcome to those readers from Illinois, Washington, North Carolina, Massachusetts, who have looked at this Blog.

London calling

Email can be a bind. Especially in a workplace where colleagues can offload tasks with a click of the mouse. There are email exchanges, where you are cc'd for no apparent reason. Sometimes there is a reason; the originator simply decided to use a random 'select all' and send approach.

Lots of time, spent opening and reading large volumes of email. Copious amounts of information but quite often for no valid reason. Everything has its place, and I recognise the value of Information Communication Technology, but the sheer volume of the email traffic can drag you down. Poor emailing clogs up an organisation and can deflect people from their real task. However, email amongst friends, especially those living in another Continent is a joy. I often email Michael, sometimes Patricia, sometimes Jose, Francis and Dominic. A new kid on the block is Reuben. The mobile phone has switched to email. A lot less costly, so thank you Reuben. Slowly but surely the round of emails is becoming like the World Service. "This is London calling, and the news is..." Now Accra, Hong Kong, Saint Brieuc, and the others have to respond. And the best part is; it's nearly always in English.

My Followers

I must take the opportunity to say hi to my two followers: (1) Cymraes, and (2) PapJeff. It's really nice to know that someone is returning to read the Blog updates and that you have been following the Blog for a while. i Cymraes, rydwy'n gobiethio eich bod chi'n mwynhau y darllen. For those that do not read/write/speak our native language this short message was about enjoying the read. And to PapJeff, akwaaba, na wo ho te sen? which should mean, welcome and how are you. If it doesn't, then please Facebook me ASAP so I can change the message!

Activity

It is interesting to note that the Blog site activity has not diminished even though my time is taken up travelling to and from Carmarthen and it is difficult to find time to write up the Blog. Birmingham and London head the City list with Newport propping up the bottom of the League Table. That's Newport Gwent, so nothing new there then. The only professional football game I have ever watched was between Newport and a long ago forgotten opposition. I can't remember the score, but I do remember that there was a lot of kicking the ball high into the air for everyone to chase after. The players that is, and not us in the Stands. Intersting in that the 'Stands' became the 'Chairs' but never became known as the Chairs. A strange thing language. Many, many years after the Newport game, I became a football referee and even made promotion from a Class 'C' to that of Class 'B'. Verbal abuse, caused me to give up being a referee. A sensible decision in that verbal abuse eventually escalates into physical abuse and I am not a violent man. Indeed, the Ghanaian's that I met in Accra are more akin to my kind of people. Gentle, friendly and quiet. I wonder if their footy team is any good? But with all the activity of the daily grind in Accra Central and the sprawling market with their traders frantically going about their business, I suspect there is no time for football. It must all be about making a living and providing for your family. So, good values there then!

Hello, hello?

Unlike the lovely weather that my friends are experiencing back in Ghana, it has been a long cold and dark week here in the UK. I have been worn out by the darkness and the travelling and have been determined to relax and enjoy some quality time. Model making and listening to good music are key to my relaxation techniques. Music and model making from waste materials is equalled by spending some time in the Orangery; with a nice coffee and a good book. Unfortunately the credit crunch has hit this part of Wales and along with a host of other businesses the Orangery is no more. So the darkness descended even more and the model making increased. So did the volume on my current favourite album. The ‘n’ gauge railway set at high chair height for my Grandson is coming along nicely. Blogging was not. I’ve also spent some time Ebaying. Selling my handmade handpainted models and buying new items for the railway. An extremely time consuming pastime when you are searching hard for a bargain. Although, as my wife points out; it’s only a bargain if you need it. Well I did need those 5 oil tankers for the fuel train didn’t I? So there I was Ebaying, when I thought that I would check out Facebook. And low and behold, there are two messages from two of my friends in Ghana. One message from Michael, writing to celebrate the success of the President-Elect, and the other from Patricia suggesting how we can get the present to Jeffers without paying £150 or there about. Nothing coincidental there then as they are after all; Husband and Wife. The real coincidence was while I am reading and responding to the messages, another friend called me on my mobile from Africa. Now it was really nice to hear from Rubens, but I wonder if he realises how much the call costs? I suspect the charge is levied this end as well, and for Rubens it must have cost a small fortune to place the call.

So cold and darkness brushed aside and the warmth of true friends in Africa comes to the fore yet again. Lovely people the Ghanaian’s, but don’t just take my word for it – pop on a plane and find out for yourself.

The Followers and Food

Well its been a great day out today. I went to town with my Grandson and his Mum and met up with some colleagues from work who are more like friends than workplace acquaintances. We all had a lovely lunch in Aberystwyth's Number 1 spot - Ultracomida. No scenic view like the hut on the beach in Accra, but a lovely place nevertheless. We all had a great nosh up and I must say darling "I was absolutely stoofed." Great food, great room and great people. Not just the family and friends, but the owners as well. I popped on line tonight to update the Blog and noticed that I now have two followers. So it's two followers, seven countries, three Continents and almost with Christmas looming - a partridge in a pear tree. Well there was no tree, but Sez indulged in Pear poached in red wine, whereas I went for the Spanish tart. Well those who know me won't be surprised as that, I always have had a sweet tooth. Writing about teeth reminds me to mention that the Grandson is cutting his at the moment. Ah bless him I hear you say, ah bless him indeed. So followers, thanks for tagging along and don't forget to let me know if there is anything that you would like me to add.

The Book Shop

I mentioned in the last Post that I tend to read several books at a time. My current active book stash consists of: Britain's Last Tommies (Richard Van Emden), The Partisans - Secret Armies of World War II (David Mountfield), For Valour - Victoria Cross and Medal of Honor Battles (Bryan Perrett) [which I finished yesterday], and The Sociology of Norbert Elias (Steven Loyal and Stephen Quilley). There are another 10 books waiting to be read at home and about 6 in work. I managed to restrict myself to one book while I was in Africa, but I suspect that if I had stayed longer then I would have dived into a lot more. In particular because of the mosquito's at night and the earlier sunset. Elias probably found Ghana a joy. Friendly intelligent people to pass the day with, and nighttime solace to catch up on the reading and writing. The only disturbance being the singing frogs and birds, or if you are fortunate enough to live near a gaming reserve then the occasional roar of a lion. Back in the UK, the silence of my nighttime is only broken by our Grandson or the occasional car passing by the house. Quiet really, and that is probably why I liked staying at my mates house in Bristol. There were no quiet nights in the City. The sound of sirens and vehicles continued throughout the night, and were only broken by the occasional bit of snoring.

A Grand Day Out

The Weather has turned for the best again and it just happened to coincide with a Bank Holiday that I had booked to take the day off work. Wonderful, exactly what the Doctor had ordered as we say in the UK. I managed to wash the car before packing my daughters off on an epic journey to see the Ballet some 120 miles away. A few cups of tea and coffee and Mrs. B and I set off for town with our Grandson. A lovely walk along the seafront and the fresh air meant that we had to indulge in a really nice breakfast. They called it the Monster Breakfast and I must admit that it was too big for me. Something which unfortunately I cannot say too often. Breakfast or should I say late Brunch, was followed by some shopping and chatting to some friends. Which was particularly nice as we got to see their Wedding Photographs. And of course, the chance for me to reminisce about my time in Accra at Michael and Patricia's lovely Wedding. Nanny Poop Poops took the baby home, but only after dropping me off to see another friend. It was great to have a chat, and then a nice walk up to town in the lovely sunshine. Thankfully along a pretty good pavement, unlike the dirt track and tarmac roads of Haatso back in Ghana. My favourite haunt the Orangery beckoned and yet another chat with a friend but this time I also managed to read two chapters of one of my current books. I tend to read at least two books at a time, usually three across a variety of subjects. This one was on Victoria Cross and Medal of Honour Battlefields and the two chapters were the very last two of the book. It has been a Grand Day Out and now I am back in the house enjoying my new album and a nice cup of tea.

The Netherlands

The weather has turned cold in the UK and it is dark when I set out on my 3 hour round trip daily commute in the morning and dark when I return home in the evening. But my day has warmed up when I noticed on Google Analytics that Sint Annaland in the Netherlands is a new city and country to add to the blogging list. Better still, I have been able to track down my good friend Jose in Hong Kong and congratulate him on his success. I have emailed Francis and Dominic as well but haven't picked up a reply yet. Such is life, my home computer had crashed and it took a while to extract their email addresses from my system. I have been using Webmail in the interim and the address book was empty. Maybe this is why I have such a fascination with pens. As pens are in the main, reliable. Unless of course it is a leaky gift to your Professor! Which Blog readers will know all about from a previous post. Even with the cold dark weather, there is always a bright side. Mine is my forthcoming Annual Leave and the intention to build a working 'n' gauge railway layout for our Grandson. Choo choo Bloggers...

Phew it's warm!

The African summer continues in Ceredigion. Today was so hot that I managed to get myself sun burnt. Lots of E45 cream has been applied this evening and I have an aching thirst for a few beers. I managed a beer while I was walking along the sea front this afternoon. Well not exactly while I was walking; as that is illegal because Aberystwyth seafront is an alcohol free zone. No that doesn't mean that someone hands out free beer as you saunter along, it simply means don't drink in public or you are nicked! With probably a £80 on the spot fine to boot. But I did pop into the Olive Branch for a nice sausage sandwich and a bottle of Greek lager. Very nice indeed, "the same again please Sir", hic.

Posting Costs

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m learning to spend money but you could have knocked me over with a feather duster earlier today. I popped to the Post Office just before they close at 5.30 and yes I really do appreciate the accommodating and long opening hours. But £77.59 Sterling for one average sized parcel and £64.79 for the other? You can’t be serious… The Post Mistress was, and I wasn’t. There was no way that I could justify spending 280 Cedis on posting Jeffers present. Worse was to come. The lady explained that I could send the items at just under 2kg for £2.80 now that did seem like a good deal. I know that I can split what I was sending into even smaller parcels so Plan ‘B’ was taking affect. £2.80 to post to Ghana, “not bad at all” I was thinking as I got back into the car. “Sorry Rog, I missed a decimal point. I typed in 1.95 instead of 1.950 and the cost for just under 2kg is £20”. So Plan ‘B’ had failed and I was quickly moving to Plan ‘C’. No problem there then, as I have just completed a Social and Economic Masters degree in Strategic Studies and I understand that no plan survives engagement with the enemy. The problem is, Jeffers ain’t the enemy; he’s my African friend.

Cardi

In the post about the sellers in the middle of the road in Accra, I mentioned that I wished I had not become a ‘Cardi’. The term Cardi comes from the word Cardiganshire which is an old County boundary name for part of the area of land adjacent to Cardiganshire Bay of which Cardigan is one of the towns. The term Cardi apparently refers to a person who is tight with their money. It is not said in a derogatory way, but when it is said – everyone knows what is meant.

The association with a lack of money, or a determination to hang onto whatever the person has in their pocket or the bank probably emanates from the timeline immediately after 1815. Ceredigion; which covers the former Cardiganshire – was and is an agricultural area. Nowadays there is also a heavy reliance on tourism and academics to generate wealth for the community. The latter appears in the form of the mass of students that study in both Aberystwyth and Lampeter Universities. Prior to 1815 livestock farming produced essential ingredients for Napoleonic warfare. Wool for the military uniforms that were needed to keep the soldiers warm as they tramped across Europe. As well as fine horses for the gentry who formed the Cavalry. The need for wool and horses had never been higher than during the period of the Napoleonic Wars. As a result of demand, land prices in Cardiganshire were exceptionally high. Those with good quality land could meet supply and demand through the provision of quality grazing. The significant amount of land also meant the successful breeding of good horses, and on this point demand had never been higher. Cavalry men required several and not one horse each, and a gun limber (depending on the type and size of the canon) would require ten or more horses.

The defeat of Napoleon by the allies, led to a significant reduction in military strength across Europe. This meant that supply simply outstripped demand. This led to an economic downturn and a corresponding significant fall in the value of land. A little like our current recession, money becomes tight as property/land prices diminish. Those who lived in the area or held a close economic association had to keep their money in order to survive for the foreseeable future. Reduced or no income, meant little or no spending and hence the coining of the phrase ‘Cardi’. But back in Wales, I really wish that I had bought more of those lovely ties that were being sold by the street seller back in Accra for less than £1.50 each.

The Closet

I have a bit of a Pen fetish. I just had to come out of the closet and tell you all. To be quite honest there is a colour ink for every fountain pen and a pen for every day. I own a Montblanc 149 Piston Fill Fountain Pen and 149 Desk Stand coming in at around £600 as well as a Montblanc Monte Rosa, a Concorde VIP Fountain Pen, a variety of rubber sack and other filling system pens. I even have a Sonnecken and on more than one occasion; I have gifted an expensive pen to one of my many friends to mark a special occasion. The last time was to my Professor, he had a German Piston Filler fountain pen from the 1930's to mark the occasion of my Graduation. The pen was German and from the 1930's to link in with my academic hero who those of you who have read the blog will know is Norbert Elias. The Great 20th Century German who published his main Civilizing Process work in the 1930's. That pen was wrapped up to look like a cigar, the downside being that the pen had leaked in the weeks that I had kept it in the boot of my car while waiting to catch the Prof. Hey ho, there's a lesson there. Don't fill a pen with ink and then leave it in a hot boot during the Summer. The leaking ink probably diminished the present a tad at the point of giving, but the pen soon cleaned up. Other gifts have included an early version Monte Rosa to a colleague and a Green Sheaffer pen and case to Michael when he was leaving Aberystwyth. I chose that coloured pen for Michael as I thought that the colour was a typical African colour and what I would expect a future President of Ghana to use when he is signing something on the World stage. I am now in the market for a Pelikan Pen, probably an M1000 if I can afford it and an M800 if not. My preferred choice is a Green pen, but I would cope with the Blue or the Red. You have to mention these things on-line just in case Father Christmas is having a bit of a nose at the Blog. At circa £300 new and maybe more for a Vintage one; I was foolish enough to think that I was going to pick up the Pelikan or a Montblanc 146 while I was in Ghana. Not a chance, Africa really wasn't like anything that I had prepared myself for. And for that reason the trip was probably far better than I could have ever imagined as well.

But back to the pens; I would like an earlier Montblanc 149 Piston Filler with Brass fittings and two silver bands around the cap. That would come in at £1,000 plus. Unless I get lucky. The best price that I have ever seen was three of them sold in a single LOT for $1,000 in an auction last year. I spotted them after they were sold, which for me was bad news, but for the successful bidder was very good news indeed. So for now, a Pelikan M1000 will have to suffice. I have already bought the ink for my intended new fountain pen purchase; Pelikan Violet. You see, as I mentioned earlier, there really is a different coloured ink for every pen, and a pen for every day.

Google Analytics Update

I have analysed Google Analytics and there have been 46 unique visitors to the Blog with 5 readers yesterday on Friday the 3rd October 2008. Readers come from a total of 6 countries from across the World from as far afield as Canada, Hong Kong and Vietnam. As well as readers back in the United Kingdom, and Ghana and the USA. 19 Cities are represented with the people of Birmingham United Kingdom and readers from London heading the list with 46 visits each [it’s a coincidence that this is also the value of unique visitors]. I cannot determine exactly where the 46 unique visitors are from, but in all 5 Continent sub regions are represented: Northern Europe, North America, West Africa, East Asia and South-Eastern Asia. In the readership table by City, Birmingham and London are in the joint lead with Cardiff following closely behind on 23 visits. The remaining Cities are:

Redmond 12
Chicago 8
Accra 7
Manchester 5
Smethwick 5
Tsuen Wan 3
Seattle 3

Some of those on 1 visit include: Toronto, Teddington, Aberystwyth, Sudbury, Watford, The Great Lakes, Newport, and Hanoi

It’s a pity that I don’t yet have a way of interacting with the readership. Maybe that is something that I can develop in the future, especially when I can analyse the locations and other detail concerning the repeat visitors. Meanwhile; thank you for taking the time to read the Blog and sincerely I hope that some of the content is useful, amusing, interesting, or in some other way of value to you.

Le Grande Dadio

Our Grandson is wonderful, a real character. But tonight I have come to the conclusion that he wears his bibs like most people wear a pair of pants - all the time! He has a Granddad bib, one that says "I only cry when I am being held by ugly people", a bib for every colour that you can imagine, a bib that has sleeves like a jumper. Plastic bibs, cotton bibs, plastic and cotton bibs. Bibs, bibs, bibs, bibs. And now that he is moving towards solids, his food stash is bigger than mine, and that is saying something! The food supply is huge but the spoons are tiny. It's a wonderful time, and unlike many of the small chidlren in Haatso; our Grandson doesn't cry everytime he sees me. Indeed, it is quite the opposite. I am greeted with a huge smile, and a real desire to be hugged. It's great to be wanted, and it's great to be the Grande Dadio. :-)

The New Pic

The new photograph at the top of the Blog was provided by my eldest daughter using her digital SLR Camera.

I also have an SLR, it cost me £800 in the 1980's and it uses that strange stuff known as FILM. It is a Canon auto everything model and you auto focus by half pressing one of the few buttons. Well, you auto focus on a nice bright day as it doesn't do dark. Or cloudy for that matter, or vague images. Nice and Sharp images in bright colours with distinctive outlines; that's what it does. And all for the price [then] of a small car. The strange thing is, you see the image as you press the button, but you have no idea if the photograph will look the same when you get around to developing the film, several weeks or sometimes several months later. The pace of modern technology is quite astonishing, and my current mobile phone takes a better picture than my SLR. And I suspect that a modern disposable camera would be just as good. Now that is something that I couldn't find when I visited Accra - a modern disposable camera. Hey ho as Pauline says, as my digital point and shoot and my mobile phone done a good job while I was in Africa.

Greetings to my Chinese readers

你好

Well the good news is that the Blog has now reach 6 Countries. With Hong Kong coming in at number 3 in the league table (according to Google Analytics) of the country with the most visits to these Blog pages. So for all my Chinese visitors: Hi - 嗨 or maybe hai. Grammatically maybe I should write Hello - 哈啰 or the accurate ha luo for a general greeting as there is more than one visitor. Just in case I have got it wrong, then 你好 - ni hao. Ni or 你 means 'you' and hao or '好' means good. This is a bit like the Welsh language in what you see isn't always what you get. So Good You everyone, and enjoy the read. And maybe when and after I visit Hong Kong in 2009, I can continue the Blog with both a Chinese and African theme.

Mr. Posty

Well I managed to send Cudjo's present to Africa. For the sum total of £2 something, that's for the postage and not the present! I priced up sending the two parcels to Jeffers and that came in at £40 to £50 per parcel. Phew! A Plan 'B' is urgently needed. Apparently anything under 2kg in weight is a lot cheaper. Lucky for Jeffery that I don't have to take a saw to the present! Instead, I can separate the bits into their component parts and look to send 8 parcels in all. Gosh, I feel like a right Mr. Posty with all this packaging and labelling. Still, that's what friends are for.

Pressies

Well it has been a great weekend. I managed to complete some DIY in the bathroom, get out for a posh nosh up with my wife on Friday. Met my friend Nigel for an omellette, coffee and a chat on Saturday. Bumped into a few people on both Saturday and Sunday and enjoyed chatting to them. The grass got cut and I even managed Coffee and that promised cake with my eldest. And, to top it all, I packaged up Cudjo's and Jeff's presents.

The former I shall be able to send out later this week, but as for Jeff his house details are a bit complicated. I photographed the wall plate outside his home while I was in Haatso - just in case I got lost. But I also know that in Ghana, the house address is not the postal address. Mainly because house location details are complicated and the postal service doesn't appear to be geared up for door to door delivery. Yet another thing that we take for granted in the U.K. and often moan about. Astonishing really when we realise that some of the things that we take for granted, simply don't exist elsewhere. As for Jeffers and the present, Facebook beckons. I shall send him another message and ask for his postal address. Then I shall be able to send all of the items, but with work this will probably not be until the weekend. I wonder when they will arrive?

The Long Summer

The glorious weather continues in Wales with yet another sunny day. To make things better; my eldest daughter is home for the weekend and has promised to treat me to coffee, and hopefully a cake. The downside is (if there is one when your family are around) the number of cars outside the house and on the drive. Four in all and I have to tramp outdoors in my slippers and shorts and move them around so different people can pop out at different times. The drive is quite small, even with the extra portion that I added to one side. The road is narrow, especially if someone parks half on and off the payment opposite. I suppose that is the joy of a poor public transport system in that people place a reliance on a car. It's the same in Wales as it is in Africa; you need mobility and you get a car if the transport system is poor. Some days there are no buses in and out of the Village, and on most days the bus times are poor and I have waited to find that a bus doesn't show. When it doesn't arrive, you try phoning someone to find out why. Poor and unreliable bus timetables, and poor customer service means that a car is the only way to travel. Not that I have used a bus for some time. Well that's not quite true, I used the "African Bus" quite often when I stayed in Haatso. For me the cramped African Bus appeared to be safer than a taxi. In fact I cannot recall getting into a taxi in and around Accra that appeared to be roadworthy. The same is probably true for the majority of private cars in Ghana; in that people struggle to buy a vehicle and thereafter there is every reason to keep the vehicle running for as long as is possible. Especially when an African Bus journey without air conditioning can take two hours from the centre of Accra to one of the many outlying communities. Gosh it was hot, and for me it still is. Not African hot, but hot enough to be pleasant. It's due to rain from Tuesday, so we have to make the most of the weekend. I am looking forward to a long walk along the sea front, chatting to the odd friend or acquaintance that I will inevitably bump into, and meeting up with one of my daughters for coffee, and of course; that cake.

All over the World

I use Google Analytics to check how the Blog is doing and to make sensible adjustments to the content to improve searching etc. As of today; there have been 43 Unique Visitors to the Blog from 5 different Countries.

The latest Blogger is from Vietnam. Other Bloggers come from Ghana, Canada, America and the United Kingdom. 15 visitors have been referred to the Blog by Google. The search string "Roger Bennett Africa Ghana" [without the Quotation Marks] brings up 22,000 entries on Google, of which this Blog is Number 1 on Page 1. I am chuffed with that result. Other search strings relevant to the Blog content also provides good results on Google. These results improve when words or phrases are within quotation marks as Google then looks for the exact text string. It would be nice to see the Blog reach quite a few more countries and to somehow obtain feedback from the readers. Currently, my Welsh, British and Ghanaian friends can contact me via Facebook. Maybe if the number of hits continue to grow and people return; then there would be an opportunity to expand the Blog and place some relevant, language specific welcome and other messages.

Words and Phrases

The previous Blog post was about Christian names, second Christian names, Surnames and other words. This Blog post is about certain words within one of the Ghanaian languages. The Ghanaian Embassy [in Japan] Website lists the following greetings that are pronounced using the "Akan" Dialect. Please Mepaokyew. Good morning Maa Kye. Good afternoon Maa-ha. Good evening Maa-adjo. Good night Da-yie. Farewell Nantee-yie. Welcome Akwaaba, and Thank you Medaase. I already knew what Akwaaba meant, after reading the word on a large sign as I arrived at Kotoka International Airport. 'Thank you' was added to my vocabulary when Jeffers sent me a text with Medaase together with a string of words meaning 'how are you'. It was pretty difficult my end when that text arrived as I had no idea what was written. In fact it was worse than when I was learning the Welsh language as at least then I had a dictionary to fall back upon. Mind you; that fabulous social network site known as FACEBOOK came to my aid; and after a swift message to Jeff and a prompt response, all was revealed.

Names

Cudjo means a boy that was born on a Monday. Michael's middle name identifies that he was born on a Thursday and the spelling for Michael's middle name is the same as the Welsh spelling for Thursday although in Wales we place 'Dydd' before the name to denote that it is a day of the week. In Wales we often identify or associate people with a specific place or occurrence. So if someone worked on a farm for a long time, then it is likely that everyone would know them by their Christian name and the name of the farm instead of their family surname, e.g. Huw Pencarreg instead of Huw Davies. African's appear to adopt a similar approach to the Chinese in that almost everyone has a European name as well as their traditional or language specific name. Albeit that sometimes the European name is not as European as was originally intended. My youngest daughter as a Welsh middle name that translates into the English word 'love'. Another name variation in Wales is that many people use their second Christian name and not their first. My second Christian name is Bernard, so named after a close friend of my fathers who was shot and killed by the Germans during the Second World War. Although I do not use that name, I understand the importance placed upon it when it was added to my Birth Certificate by my parents. I am also aware of the many people that I have known for twenty or so years and have addressed them daily, to find out recently that the name that everyone uses is not their first Christian name. Often I do not recognise who a document is referring too, as the name that appears in front of me is alien to the one that I know. But I do know the name Cudjo, Tamara, Ruben, and Jeff and these names like those of my other African (and Chinese) friends will never be forgotten.

Family

I have often commented on the importance of family in this African Blog. Although I missed everyone while I was away visiting Ghana, it was amazing to note how fast our Grandson had grown in such a short time. Last Thursday evening I saw him eat for the first time, as up and until then he had only been fed milk. His physical growth is matched by his development and coordination. He has now found his hands, and wants to explore everything that is within his reach. This is coupled with a healthy and determined fascination with his own hands, which he holds together and in sight. yes family are important, but maybe, just maybe we only realise just how important they are, as and when our grandchildren start to arrive. The sense of family togetherness appeared to be stronger in Ghana. Close links are maintained including generations living together. This may be as much about economics as social values. When compared to average earnings, property prices are high. Poverty is widespread and the gap between the have and the have nots appears to be growing. Maybe under these circumstances social integration is borne out of necessity. Even if this is the case; the strong family bonds are self evident. It is not just about economics and social circumstance, it is also about family and core values. The same can be said about the close social bonds between widespread friendship networks. Although this latter point may have a lot to do with the inherent friendliness of the Ghanaian people.

Sunny Aberystwyth

The warm weather continues in Wales!

I managed to wash my car, clean the alloy wheels, apply alloy wheel protector, back to black to the tyres, hoover it out and polish inside prior to turning my attention to the dreaded DIY. As I suspected, the tiles were loose when I raked out the damaged grout. This was a setback, but fortunately it didn't spoil the day as I managed to get out and about to buy new tile adhesive and meet my friend Adam. This was a particularly enjoyable treat as Adam bought the coffee. Mind you at one point I thought that he was going to walk out of my favourite haunt and amble down to Costa Coffee as the service was pretty poor where we were. Fortunately, when he got up and headed for the door, he was actually heading towards the bar to place our order. Still, never mind, at least it gave us something else to chat about. A nice chat; a bit of reminiscing about Ghana and then a walk along the sunny seafront. At which point we put the World to right. The weather is lovely for the 21st September, but as Adan pointed out "It doesn't make up for the poor August". Yes, he is right, but all in all, another good day. In fact it was a pretty good weekend. I spent time with one of the family on Saturday and time with a friend on Sunday. Plus of course time with my grandson, chatting at length with my Bro on more than one occasion, and bumping into the odd acquaintance while I was out and about on both days.

Indian Summer

Talk about an Indian summer; the weather in the UK is so good it is almost like an African Summer! It is September the 20th and North Beach and along the Promenade in Aberystwyth was packed today. It was so hot that I had to wear a cap as well as my sun glasses. This is not the kind of weather that you would expect at this time of year in Wales. I suspect that the weather in Ghana is also warming up, but how on earth does everyone cope with both the heat and the humidity? The Ghanaian weather like the people is something special. The fine weather in Ghana is almost an everyday experience and isn’t a reason alone to attract people to descend on the resorts and leisure opportunities.

In comparison, a little heat in Wales brings out the crowds. Worse still this is the weekend when the new University Students descend on the nearby town and swell the numbers of people and the traffic. With cars stretching up Penglais Hill from Aberystwyth and onto the Waunfawr: thank goodness that there is no humidity to contend with! I have experienced the humidity in Africa and the artificial humidity on a training course designed to show officers the effects humidity has in reducing the working time duration for firefighting crews wearing chemical protection suits and breathing apparatus. Firefighter’s heat up far too quickly and the working duration is greatly reduced. Not a very nice experience and a bit extreme compared to the humidity in and around Accra.

But no humidity means that you can get out and about without feeling washed out. In fact I had planned some weekend DIY indoors, but I was instructed by my better half to get out and enjoy the sunshine. She, who must be obeyed, was obeyed and I enjoyed a browse amongst some Motor Homes in a showroom in Capel Dewi. This was followed by lunch at the Garden Centre, then a stroll along the beach and a relaxing break in Costa Coffee. The best bit was; that this was all undertaken in the company of one of my daughters. Great weather and a great day out shared with family. Wonderful; and I suspect that many others have enjoyed the day as much as we have, both in Ghana and here in Wales.

Fu-fu

When I retell my African stories, my friends and colleagues appear to be genuinely interested. The Mr. Jacko story creates the greatest interest, especially when I recall waking up with him by my head. Before realising that it is the low level light switch. But the subject of fu-fu causes smiles all around and quite a few knowing winks from the ladies that I chat to in the various haunts that I frequent in and around Aberystwyth. It’s a great name for a food, but the laughter demonstrates that often the meaning of a word or sentence in one language is open to interpretation in another. I must admit that I liked ‘Kinky’ while I was in Africa, but I suspect that my hosts didn’t quite get the joke. But ‘fu-fu’, is a great name. Now try talking to a young lady about fu-fu while keeping a straight face. Not an easy task and one which I challenge anyone to try to do; after they have read the Blog and knowing exactly what it is and how it is made. As they say in South Wales, ‘go on, I double dog dare you…’ And as we all know; you can’t refuse a double dog dare...

Flooding

The flooding in the North of Ghana affected thousands of people. Just like the flooding in England and Wales caused significant damage and disruption during the following week. Five people died in the United Kingdom as a direct result of the storms. There was one very lucky escape when a small child was sucked into an open storm drain and disappeared in front of her father. He knew where the storm drain discharged and made his way to that point under very difficult circumstances indeed. The outlet area was also flooded and he rescued his daughter’s lifeless body. She was unconscious but he had saved her and they both appeared on national morning television the very next day. She badly bruised and he the proud father.

But for others in both Countries there was no happy ending. I recall the manner in which the flash floods occurred while I was in Ghana. Within an instant, roads became rivers. This was very scary and an event that was totally out of character with the surroundings and the heat. This type of weather is bad enough when you are sat inside a two storey brick house, and I wonder what these events must feel like for those who live in less secure structures. And worse still, people who in the main have no hope of securing help when things go wrong. But today there is no rain, only sun. The weather has turned for the best here in Wales, and I suspect that it is pretty warm in and around Accra as well.

Giving

Giving is a very important part of my life and I have spent an enjoyable part of last week looking for a present for my friend Cudjo. I already know what I am sending Jeff and have also decided what I would like to send to Mrs 'G'. That gift will take a few weeks to organise as part of the gift is coming from a supplier who has gone on holiday for the next two weeks. But I suspect during this busy period with work, these days and weeks of organisation could turn into months. The time lapse will be compounded by the postal distances between this part of the U.K. and Africa, and of course a reliance on my part on Surface Mail.

I suspect that by the time the presents start to filter through to Ghana, it will almost be Christmas. Like us, some Africans do celebrate the birth of Christ. Although, unlike us there will be no snow. Their postal system will also cause certain difficulties, but these are not insurmountable; providing that I remember to insert 'GP' for Ghana Post after the words 'Post Box'.

Cudjo's present is in my house already, as are the hand made thank you cards for Tammy and Jeffers and of course Mrs. 'G'. I shall have to pick up another hand made card on the weekend for Alice and Josephine and yet another to say thank you to Patricia and Michael for their lovely gift as I was leaving Accra. As for Jeff's present, that's just a case of collecting it from where it is stored. The trouble is knowing when I can fit it all in and thereafter juggling the component parts to make the desired outcome happen. I have been in Carmarthen for a while, and then out and about in different parts of Wales prior to travelling down and staying over in Hertfordshire. But all of this doesn't really matter; as friends don't expect or desire gifts and they won't be sat back in Africa waiting for anything to arrive. Unless of course they keep up with the Blog - In which case; "eight weeks, don't panic!..."

Tammy

That's nice, just had a Facebook message off Tammy. More evidence of a shrinking World. It's always nice to hear from friends. Talking of which, I have some African posting to do, as I now have a present for Jeffers and Cudjo. Although they probably won't receive them for 3 months. My postcards home took almost 4 weeks and that was by Airmail!

Accra Dave

It's been a great week. Work is wonderful, I also attended two functions and got to practice my Welsh, attended a good quality seminar and a national working group where I learnt a lot more. What struck me most about this week is as I develop the World seems to shrink? It really is a small World, early in the Blog I mention that we have the same table mats as Jeffers. No big shakes on its own, but at the national working group I bumped into a friend that I had not spoken to more than two or three times in the last decade. I know; that's a bit careless of me, but 'hey ho' that's the nature of some friendships, you don't pick them up, but they are always there.

Dave and I studied together at Central Lancashire between 1994 and 1998, I took a First in Fire Engineering and Management and Dave took a First in Fire Engineering. He got promoted and I didn't. Well not straight away, but maybe I am now starting to catch up. The friendship is still there and it was a warm greeting. Made better by the co-incidence that surround most events. What was I doing on the national working group? Why had I travelled so far and why did I arrive early? Those that have read the Blog previously will probably guess where all of this is going. I'm a fatalist and believe that things always happen for a reason. That certainly doesn't mean that you should sit around and wait for the big bang, the lottery win or the job invite to land at your door. It simply means that everything happens for a reason and as Norbert Elias explained; we are all linked in some way or the other.

Well, there I am, chatting away about life in general and Africa in particular. When Dave speaks up with the nicely received question; "where in Africa?" and before I can reply, he has joined on the next bit; "I was in Ghana recently". Well, of course he was. No, not in any old part of Ghana but yes you've guessed it; he stayed in Accra. Well spiffing old chap, just what the Doctor ordered. Writing about Doctors reminds me to let you all know that my mysterious African illness lasted 13 days. Well, lets get back to Accra Dave. Unlike me, Dave was chauffeured around with Diplomatic plates. This meant speeding through Red lights and a crazy journey in the wrong direction along a Dual Carriageway. I know that Dave mentioned that at the time he thought he was going to die, but I bet looking back at it the blue light out riders and crazy stunts were pretty exciting. I have another friend called Dave and we recently chatted about my work in Africa. Dave 2 mentioned that if I ever get offered a diplomatic pick up at the airport and drive across country, not only will he accompany me to Africa, but he will supply the plane. Cool or what? No not hot air; he really does have access to more than one private jet. Now, I can't trump that, but Accra Dave and I shared stories about Ghana. How nice the people are, the visible poverty and how grateful he and his friends were whenever they got fed. The meals were good, but they didn't always get what they asked for. Whereas I had the hospitality of Jeff, Tamara, Patricia, Patricia's Mum, Josephine, and Alice and I always got something that was pretty good. Like Accra Dave, I was also very grateful. We discussed bathing in cold water, the scary roads, the motorway that comes to an abrupt end and the Fire and Rescue Service that appears to lack strategic vision. The strange thing is; we both want to do voluntary work there. It certainly is a very small World indeed.

Ceredigion Facts

The name Ceredigion means 'Land of Ceredig’. who was a son of Cunedda, a chieftain who re-conquered much of Wales from the Irish around the 5th Century. The area used to be known as Cardiganshire, a name that possibly stemmed from Cardigan Bay that stretches along the length of the coast line of Ceredigion.

Following local government re-organisation in Wales, the area now known as Ceredigion together with Carmarthenshire was known as Dyfed for many years. But as a stand alone unitary authority, the County became Ceredigion on the 1 April, 1996.

The County of Ceredigion covers an area of 440,630 acres (1783 km²) with a population of approximately 75,000 with the largest centre of population at Aberystwyth on the West Wales coast. The County also has centres of population in Cardigan to the south and inland at Lampeter towards the East. Although the English language is common place, approximately 61% of the population of the County of Ceredigion speak Welsh. The County has a significant number of category ‘A’ schools whereby children are taught through the medium of Welsh. Language and culture is important in Ceredigion, and frequent cultural gatherings known as Eisteddfod's and village shows are held throughout the year.

Ghanaian Facts

Full title is the Republic of Ghana. The word ‘Ghana’ means Warrior King. Ghana is made up of 10 regions; Ashanti, Brong Ahafo, Central, Eastern, Greater Accra, Northern, Upper East, Upper West, Volta, and Western region covering an area of 238,540 sq km (93,030 sq mi) with a total population of around 23 million

The population is dividend between: Akan (44%), Mole-Dagbane (16%), Ew (13%), Ga (8%), Guan, Gurma, Gonja, and the Dagomba people. English is the official language, with the range of Akan languages that include Asante Twi, Akwapim Twi, Akyem, and Fanti spoken by 49%, Mole-Dagbani 16%, Ewe 13%, Ga-Adangbe 8%, Guan 4%, others 10%. Christianity is the major religion (69%), followed by Muslim (15%), and traditional indigenous African religions (8.5%).

The Capital City of Ghana is Accra, with a population 2.097m and is located in the Greater Accra region. The next largest city is Kumasi, with a population 1.6m, in the Ashanti region. The third largest centre of population is Tamale, with a population of 0.39m in the Northern Region

The Government is a Parliamentary democracy. Kwame Nkrumah was elected as the first President of Ghana, and the current president is John Agyekum Kufuor with Presidential elections due at the end of 2008.

The main airport is Kotoka International, so named after Colonel Emmanuel Kotoka Commanding Officer of the Ghanaian armed forces who was assassinated at the airport as he was fleeing the country on the 17th April 1967 following an abortive Coup attempt by Junior Officers.

All visitors are required to have a visa, except for citizens of countries belonging to the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS). July and August average 28 degrees C, February and March 33 degrees C.

A good link to obtain more information http://www.state.gov/r/pa/ei/bgn/2860.htm

Map

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&q=accra+ghana&ie=UTF8&ll=5.528511,-0.203247&spn=3.285574,5.800781&z=8

Yammy Blogging Help

One of my Blog readers sent in the following information via Facebook. Corinne had looked yams up on the Internet, and found that:

"...they are not related to sweet potato, although people think they are as they look similar. They sound very good for you: "Yams are high in Vitamin C, dietary fiber, Vitamin B6, potassium, and manganese; while being low in saturated fat and sodium. Vitamin C, dietary fiber and Vitamin B6 may all promote good health[4]. Furthermore, a product that is high in potassium and low in sodium is likely to produce a good potassium-sodium balance in the human body, and so protect against osteoporosis and heart disease[5]. Having a low level of saturated fat is also helpful for protection against heart disease[6].Yam products generally have a lower glycemic index than potato products[7], which means that they will provide a more sustained form of energy, and give better protection against obesity and diabetes..."

Thank you Corinne and if anyone else would like to make a submission please contact me via Facebook. There is a profile image so it won't be too difficult to work out which one is the real Roger Bennett.

The Map

Of course there is an Accra Map next to one of the 26 August 2008 posts. We are still working on finding a better map and maybe placing that near to the archive on the right of the page.

Darling, Good Morning

Music is wonderful whatever your mood and whatever the occasion. Well almost, sometimes you can be faced with the solo artiste from hell. I dare not Blog that story for fear of offending my friends. But returning to the essence of this post; the story is about African music. The music on the TV channel in Haatso was great, as was the live music when we were out and about. At Ghana University the drums were stunning and that memory will stay for me for some considerable time. As will the sound of the crashing waves to my left and the African music to my right while we sat outside at the beach resort. I chatted with Cudjo about African traditional and modern music and he sang me several songs while I was at Mrs. 'G's.

The surprising thing about that discussion was the way that Cudjo likened some of the music to Jazz. Well, being European I couldn't quite get the connection at the time. Jeffers was really kind, well to be quite honest, Jeffers is always kind. He put together a compilation of African music on a CD for me to listen in my car while travelling to and from Carmarthen. I didn't think to ask which tracks were traditional and which are modern. But to be honest they are all quite good.

My favourite is track number 5, "Darling, Good Morning". It can't be the lyrics as most of them appear to be in one of the many African languages, although the words are catchy even though I don't know what they mean. Don't panic, the English bit I do understand. Maybe it's the catchy way in which it is all delivered, or the background tempo as the words fall all around you. It's certainly the jazz bit as the saxophone kicks in, and is that a steel band in the background? If it is; then these are not drumsticks striking home as the impact is too soft. I even bet, that someone is using a tambourine. Great, absolutely great. The only problem being, that the likelihood of the tambourine switches my mind to the 'x-factor story' and the solo artiste. Albeit that story will have to be posted another time. For today, all that is left to say is; "Darling, Good Morning...., Darling, Good Morning" Unless of course, you are ready this at night. At which point I could hit you with the typical greeting; sut mae butt, sut wyt ti heno te?

Bloggers

One of my regular Blog readers has suggested that I should post a map showing exactly where Accra is and some traditional African music playing in the background. I agree with the map and will get my IT expert Jodi onto the case. As for the traditional music, I have some African music on a CD burnt for me by Jeff while I was in Haatso - but I don't know which tracks are traditional. Although the timing of the request is perfect as I had intended to post something about my favourite African track. So that information should be on-line in the next few minutes. The map and background music will take a bit longer but please pop back.

The Judicial System

During my visit to the Law Court in the centre of Accra, I came across a large noticeboard with the following text:

1. Is it the truth?
2. Is it fair to all concerned?
3. Will it build goodwill and better friendship?
4. Is it beneficial to all concerned?

These words don't quite build upon our fundamental idea with a civil action that the evidence must be beyond 'the balance of probabilities' let alone achieving our higher criminal standard of deciding the outcome as being 'beyond all reasonable doubt'. Nevertheless there is value in 'is it the truth', creating fairness and working towards a beneficial outcome to all concerned. I'm not sure about the building of goodwill and working towards better friendships as the damage must have been done or the accused would not be in the Judicial system. Although, this point does suggest a society that strives to place its past behind them, while looking to the future.

Checkmate

I relayed a story to Jeff while I was in Africa concerning our eldest daughter Jodi. I mentioned this story to my wife when I returned to the UK and she smiled as it happened so long ago. Last night, I also mentioned the story to Jodi who can remember what happened with great clarity, even down to the colour of the dressing gown that she wore.

We hosted a dinner party and during the early hours of the next morning one of my friends challenged me to a game of chess. He explained that he was particularly good and that it would be great to have a game as he had heard that I could play. I can’t dispute that I am a capable player. I declined the offer of a game, and the friend became a bit agitated. He insisted, and I continued to decline. My wife explained to our friend that I was pretty good and it wasn’t really worth setting up the board and pieces, for Pauline my type of playing was a bit different than what is often referred to in the trade as a ‘wood pusher’. It wasn’t that I couldn’t be bothered; it was simply that at the time I didn’t think that the game was worthwhile. The friend remained agitated and in the end I offered him the following challenge: I would wake up our daughter Jodi and although she was tired, she would beat him. If Jodi could beat him easily, then what was the point of our game?

He rubbished the suggestion that she would win, but we agreed a £5 bet on the result. This was quite a lot of money for Jodi aged 8 and given the year in which this occurred. I brought out a match play chess set, and set the board and pieces up. I then asked the friend to put his £5 by the side of the table. I went to Jodi’s room and woke her up and made the proposal, one game of chess and you go to back to bed £5 richer. Jodi was very tired, and I carried her into the lounge. Not a surprise given that it was around 2 a.m. in the morning.

Jodi was wearing her pink and white dressing gown when she sat down opposite her opponent. She promptly beat him, collected the money and thanked him and then went back to bed. We laughed about this story last night in Cardiff. Gavin never mentioned Chess again.

Table Manners

My eldest daughter Jodi and I met up last night in Cardiff to enjoy a Japanese meal and to take in a film. As we opened our sealed chopsticks and settled down to our feast, our thoughts turned to my experiences in Africa and we discussed eating habits. Elias tells us about the development of manners through an analysis of European development over several centuries. The African method is different than European eating habits, but who has it right? Jodi and I could see the value in using your right hand to eat, as you know where your right hand has been. I certainly took more care with what I used my hand for while I was in Africa. By placing individual washing bowls on the table, you also establish with certainty the cleanliness of those sat at the table. This position is strengthened by that fact that historically the poor could have ill afforded eating utensils and problems with clean water supplies would have made it difficult to frequently wash dishes and cutlery. Even when washed, these utensils may not have been clean. Therefore, the idea of partners sharing a meal may not be wrong. Yes, it is different from a European perspective, but the difference does not make it wrong. We have to consider the historical rationale behind the behaviour. The Chinese and Japanese may have overcome some of the problems of water, costs, and availability of items; by using simple circular, but deep bowls and eating utensils that are made from wood. These items would have probably been retained for individual use rather than used as a shared eating resource. The Asian development of eating habits is different than that in Europe or Africa, but again, it is simply different and not alien. There appears to be a convincing argument to suggest the use of finger eating is borne out of necessity and common sense, coupled with better hygiene. This position may also apply to shared meals between family members, and in many ways suggest that the African way of eating is superior to our European sensibilities. Jodi and I enjoyed our meal, and we both used our chopsticks throughout, only turning to a spoon for the soup. The meal was a feast, but the discussion provided a greater feast of knowledge and understanding.

Friends, family and those that need help

I spent several hours of Saturday afternoon in the company of a close friend of mine. I have mentioned several times in the blog the value of friendships and the importance of family. Dave and I are very much alike in that we have a small circle of just over half a dozen or so friends; but we place a great deal of importance on these friendships. My circle includes in no particular order; Dave, Adam, Francis, Daniel, Joe, Jane, Nick, Jeff and Michael. When I lived in South Wales this short list would have been expanded to include Doug, but we drifted apart at his choice. My friends can call upon my help at any time, and providing it is within my capacity to deliver and the request is legal then I would be there to help them. This does not mean that we speak every day or that we meet every weekend, it is simply an understanding brought about my mutual interests and trust. I enjoy Adam’s company as he is particularly intelligent and sometimes is quite funny, but I suspect that he doesn’t realise that. I haven’t spoken with Joe for a long time as he has been studying hard to become a Doctor. It is always great to meet up with Daniel as he operates in a different World than me; he is successful and works in the City. For those in Africa or the States reading this blog (and I know that you do as Google Analytics has told me the location and number of unique readers) the City is London. Some 6 hours by road from where I live, that is if the traffic is light. On a bad day the journey can take 8.5 hours.
Dave and I can put the World to rights and can chat at ease on just about any subject. Yesterday we discussed amongst many other things; the ways in which people discharge a social obligation to their fellow man. This is often undertaken through a sense of community, or a realisation that others need to be helped. Sometimes people look after others through their sense of duty. What is clear is that the catalyst for discharging this social obligation is not a birth right. Whilst I suspect that in 1918 and again in 1939 it would have been reasonable to have expected the upper classes to have enrolled in the armed forces; history has shown us that it was the working class who clamoured to ‘the call to arms’. My father was born in 1917 and with the winds of war blowing across Europe he enrolled in the Army prior to the outbreak of the Second World War. Unfortunately while serving in France during the period known as the ‘Phoney War’, Dad fell ill and had to be shipped back to the United Kingdom. After some eighteen months in hospital and convalescence, Dad was medically discharged from the Army. His sense of patriotic duty, his desire to serve King and Country meant that he could not languish to one side while others fought. Because of this, my father joined the Auxiliary Fire Service for the remainder of the War. As they say; ‘and the rest is history’. Another time, and another place back in Ghana and Mrs ‘G’ displays similar attributes. There appears to be a burning desire to look after her fellow man; people who almost dependent upon her within their small community. But I wonder what will happen when Mrs. ‘G’ is no longer there to protect her friends and extended family?

The Orangery

I am sat in one of my favourite haunts in Aberystwyth; The Orangery. I liken it more to a Gentleman's Club than a Coffee Shop / Cocktail Bar. Especially when the Couch, a small room on the left as you entered the premises used to be open. The leather seating in some parts of the building are extremely comfortable and they make a good latte. The bonus being that the staff are always friendly. They must have some Ghanaian blood inside them. Today I enjoyed yet another coffee and a Florentine Pizza made with a Free Range Egg in the Centre, lot's of Cheese and Spinach. Maybe not the healthiest of meals but one of the largest that I have eat in the last week. The rain is falling well on the West Coast of Wales, and I had set off from home with the intention of reading plenty of Norbert Elias from a new book that I have started since returning home. Unfortunately for Elias, the rain caused a distraction. My thoughts drifted back to the warmth of Africa and the warm of the friendships that I had begun while there. Writing some holiday advice and thinking of friends simply seemed like a more rewarding pastime on this weekend day off. Well, I say day off when I mean 'not in the office', as the nature of my business means that I am more often than not working 'on call'.

Travel advice for Ghana

Ghanaian's are lovely people and the following travel advice is based on my experiences in and around Accra, Ghana:

□ You need a travel VISA for Ghana. This will take at least 10 working days by post and 4 working days if you deal with it in person at the Commission

□ You need your Yellow Fever card for entry and you should have had other injections and tablets as prescribed by your doctor. These should be dealt with at least six weeks prior to travel. Get advice from your doctor sooner than later. It's a good idea to take some Imodium Tablets with you and some rehydration salt sachets; especially the European flavoured variety.

□ The packaged water sold on the streets is not safe for Europeans so use bottled water for drinking and for brushing your teeth

□ The currency is Cedis and smaller denomination Peswas. The Exchange Bureau in the UK might tell you it is $ or Euro. It's not, although some hotel prices are in $. Exchanging £'s and $ US in Ghana was not a problem. There was even a Bureau in Haatso

□ For safety carry small amounts of money. A fair tip is 50 Peswas and a fair gift to a beggar is 20 Peswas. Although please note that Ghanaian's generally frown upon begging

□ Most long taxi rides are between 4 and 7 Cedis. A long African bus ride around 1 Cedis 20 Peswas. A good meal for 2 with bottled water around 10 Cedis and a fine meal for three with soft drinks around 50 Cedis (£25). Bottled Fanta was sold for between 50 Peswas and 1 Cedis (25p - 50p)

□ Do not step outside of the airport and beyond the barrier unless your onward transport is waiting and you can see your friends or driver

□ The Ghanaian’s drive on the right hand side, so look both ways and concentrate

□ Food from Petrol Stations is safe but expensive. Eating cooked food from a street trader is proabably not a good idea unless you are with friends that know that the source is safe. With street traders and taxi’s unless the cost is written down then everything should be negotiated downwards

□ The Bus signs are for the orange coloured single deck National buses. The African bus is any multi seat vehicle like a mini bus of any colour and will stop just about anywhere. African Buses are chaotic but probably safer than a taxi. Pronounciation can be a problem, so it is a good idea to jot down your destination and return address on a bit of paper before you set off on your journey

□ Clothes and shoes are cheap, but if the seamstress/cobbler doesn't have your size it will take a week to make up something. So go shopping early into your holiday

□ On your return journey, your friends cannot enter the airport with you and you have to have your bags checked by Customs before you can check-in

□ August is probably the coolest month and March the hottest. August is the Ghanaian Rainy Season and the rain brings relief to the ever present humidity

For further travel advice check out your Consulate, Medical Centre and quality Websites. Enjoy your holiday!

It's Cold

It's Friday in the UK and I am freezing. I wore a vest under my shirt in work (something that I have not done for years) and am now wearing a vest, t-shirt and a jumper. It is 16 degrees but it feels more like 8. The heat and the humidity in Ghana was crushing. My photographs show the perspiration rolling off my face, and the light clothes that I had to wear while I was abroad. In comparison there has been so much rain back in Wales that the Emergency Services have been stretched over the last 24 hours, and that rain has brought with it a further drop in temperature. The rain for this time of the year is the worst many can remember in living memory, and for me this is the coldest that I have been for some time. Maybe I acclimatised too quickly while in Ghana and now I am paying the price for enjoying so much heat while I was there. The best part is; this is also the rainy season in Ghana, and it is also their coldest time of the year.

Phone Home

I phoned ahead and explained to Pauline that I was unwell. “Oh, poor thing” she replied, “I’ll get you a doctors appointment and you can go straight there.” It was a relief to be back in the United Kingdom and enroute to the comfort of my family. It always feels good to be with family when you are unwell. Family is big in Ghana; it is even bigger than Fanta. The doctor appointment was relatively swift, but the deed was done and a sample would be prepared for the hospital to check. By swift, I mean the doctoring and not the waiting. Although the waiting was my fault as we operate an appointment system and they had squeezed me in almost unannounced. The receptionist was very kind, and for a brief moment I wondered if she was Ghanaian. I also wondered what it would have been like waiting for the doctor in Africa. Another of those things that we probably take for granted, but in some parts of the World people have to travel vast distances or go without medical attention. The National Health Service (NHS) is often criticized, but it is there when you need it and it is a good base to build upon. You might have to pay or go private, but at least there is immediate attention. Unless of course you are a terminally ill Ghanaian national, then we send you home to die. I could harp on about that event, but this is not a political statement, albeit there is social commentary and comparisons between our two countries. The Doctor’s surgery that I use is a converted Church. Many of the original features still remain. This was a fitting location for my first proper rest in Aberystwyth, given the amount of time that I had spent in church during my short stay in Ghana. I had left the Surgery and was heading home. I already felt better, that was until I got home and the family announced that I looked dreadful.

Trouble

On Tuesday morning I considered ‘Why do I attract trouble?’ A colleague had once said to me that I am a larger and life character. “Not your weight” he added, “but the way things happen around you.” Flying out from Gatwick I had endured the lengthy frisking in full public view because no one had listed to me when I insisted that I should remove my belt. I am not a poor communicator; in fact I am pretty good. I have presented high level work covering complex matters. So why didn’t anyone listen? Is it my clothing size, my casual dress, or is it the short cropped hair? Okay, my hair is short, but it’s only a number 2 and most people shave to number 1. I speak reasonably eloquently. During my time in Ghana, I was mistaken as English by an English friend of Jeff’s. I smell good, and I wash frequently, so why do I attract trouble?

“Good morning sir,” always an ominous start. “You are in the green lane.” I wasn’t sure where I was, I was simply trying to get out of this nightmarish airport with its endless corridors and poor signage. “Do you know that you are in the green lane Sir?” delivered with a hint of sarcasm. “No, I thought that it was the exit, everything looks the same around here and I was lost.” An honest answer, delivered quickly and without hesitation. The man had followed me from when I had entered his green lane, I wondered why. Maybe he wanted company I had thought. “Did you pack these bags yourself sir?” “Of course I did, why would I want someone else to pack my bags, they might put the wrong things inside” I replied. “Are you carrying anything inside that was handed to you by someone else?” A simple question and I suspect that he was hoping that I would say no. “Of course I am. I have gifts from my friends and three envelopes to post when I get home.” Ah ha, a weakness in my response. “So you accepted envelopes, what size are they?” I knew where this was going, and I had to humour him but I truly wished that he would keep up as I was feeling unwell and too tired to play games. “They are average size.” A classic answer as how can you define average. What I could have said is that all three fit the British Post Office defined sizes and thicknesses for the classification of a small envelope as defined in the Postal changes of 2007. But maybe he would have thought that I was a smart arse, and after all some of them had guns. They were not visible, but I am not stupid. “What thickness are these envelopes?” he continued. “Normal thickness” I replied. This was going nowhere, so I added “I am not stupid, they are average sized envelopes of normal thickness, if I was suspicious of anything I would have refused to carry them. I would never carry other people’s bags or belongings and I understand the need to be cautious when travelling.” At last, an answer that drew the conversation to a close. “Thank you, you can go” he concluded.

On the way to Ghana I had felt like a terrorist. Frisked in public view because no one had listened and the metal detector, detected what I knew it would detect. On my way back, I felt like a drug baron. The only saving grace; was like the metal detector, both interrogators were only doing their job. I only hope that the same rules apply on the planes to and from other destinations. I would hate to think that it was an African thing.

Better Men

He may have been The Best Man, but I have met many better men. These include: Jeff, Cudjo, Elijah, Jones, Jess, Rubens, Nigel, Yoggi, the Two Uncles, the men at the Garage, the Kwik Fit Fitter, and of course Michael. I don’t mind being blanked, and I should have suspected something was amiss, when Michael handed me the telephone to chat to him; and the line was dead. Michael and I suspected that we had been cut off. Yes we had, but obviously it had not been a technical fault. He knew that I was on the plane, and in the check-in and baggage collection I stood out somewhat. But he didn’t want to acknowledge me let alone chat. Jeff and I had discussed people, almost as much as Michael and I have discussed ‘the ignorance of man’ in the past. We have all concluded that such people exist everywhere. Sometimes the behaviour occurs through ignorance and sometimes from malice. But there is an upside; here is one future wedding that I don’t have to attend.

I am sat in the corner of what used to be known as my Cinema Room. Four leather chairs and a 50 inch television from the days when most homes had nothing bigger than a 28 inch screen. Television tube technology limited the average screen size. Technology moves on and tube sizes increased slightly prior to the arrival of LED and Plasma. My large screen is rear projection. 100Htz flicker free multi angle viewing, but it takes up a lot of space in what is after all a small room.

Sometimes change is not about technology, it is about changing focus. Our Grandson Justin arrived a few months back and the 6 foot by 2 foot table for the ‘n’ gauge train set is already set up in the ‘Cinema Room’, while the large Church scene in 20mm H0/00 scale is resting below the table. The larger scene will form the centre piece for the larger train set when I get around to building it. Meanwhile my thoughts return to Africa. Pauline is making rice, potato and chicken. Many of the smells from the kitchen remind me of my time in Ghana. If I wasn’t poorly, I would consider this as finger food. But tonight I need to play it safe and use a fork. But watch out guests, for when I get the recipe for ‘kinky’, fu-fu and the like, you might have to ask “is the bowl for drinking?” “No”, I will reply, “It is to wash your hands”.

The flight home

The flight home to the UK was good. The food was fine but not as fine as that cooked by Tamara, Mrs. ‘G’ or the ladies at Patricia’s Mum’s house. I boarded the plane and the attendant ushered me to the left. There was no ‘Cattle Class’ as my brother calls it, this time. The seats were wide, each with an extra wide padded headrest. At the bottom was a movable leg rest with an extending footrest for my feet. There was a vacuum between the two seats and the two in front. When fully reclined there was no intrusion into my space.

I cannot say the same about the journey to Accra. That was pure ‘Cattle Class’. Three abreast, and when the person in front reclined, my stomach ached from the squeeze. I quickly realised that I could only use my table if they had the courtesy not to recline. She was not courteous, and there was no table for me. The food was good, the service good, but not as good as business class. I had upgraded out of necessity. Either Business Class, or no flight home that week. But given a choice, I would have ask; is it really worth it? Business class is nice, but it is not an essential part of flying abroad. Just ask for a window seat so that there are fewer disturbances: unless of course you are the one that wants to get up (the lady sat next to me decided to make 15 trips to nowhere). That’s 30 times for me to unbuckle the belt, squeeze out of the seat and repeat the process when she returned. She chatted to friends, she made new friends, and she bothered the attendants.

The lady sat next to me in business class could have beaten that record. It would not have mattered as there was so much room around us. I enjoyed the little food that I eat, and I wallowed in the good service. It was also nice to catch a glimpse of the flight deck whenever an Attendant opened the door to check on the pilots. Thankfully, they were still sat there every time she opened the door. It would not have mattered if they had vanished as Jeff believes that a fireman can do anything; fly, sail, put out fires. I did not break that myth, but the truth is: chess, reading, writing, and model making yes. Flying and sailing no. Unless of course I am sat on the ferry or a passenger flying in Business Class.

Sweating in the Air Conditioning

“You are sweating in the Air Conditioning!” I paused and turned. I knew there was going to be trouble. The lady was wearing a smart uniform, she looked official. Here we were stood in the middle of a large airport departure lounge and this guy was sweating even though the air conditioning was pumping out. She was paid to spot trouble. It looked like she had found some. Do you hate it when you want to speak but the words don’t come out? Do I tell her that I am ill, and risk being prevented taking the flight? I can’t lie as my value set will not allow it, I don’t want to try and mislead her. I mention diarrhea. “Oh, you run?” That’s what they call it over here, ‘running’. 100m in 9.42 seconds I reckon. Plus of course the long jump.

The lady accepted my explanation. What I could have also said is that I was waiting in the queue with the minutes counting down to ‘check in’ closure, when someone stood next to me explained that my bags had not been checked. They were heavy bags and I was tired. My friends had not been allowed into the airport. Only those that have a passport and a valid ticket can get past the armed guard. I pulled and carried my bags to security. “Why have you been in Ghana?” “Where have you stayed?” “Where do you live?” I had to open my bags for them to be checked, there was no smiling, just work. At last the guard scrolled chalk marks on two of my bags, “You can go” she said. I thought, “Only if I make check-in”. I was still out of my depth, as check-in is preceded by weigh-in. “Why is your hand luggage so heavy” asked the two men undertaking the weight checks. I wanted to say, because of the gifts from my friends, but the truth is; that my bags were balanced badly as I am a novice at international travel. 8kg this, 38kg that, what do they think? Do they really expect everyone to have a butchers weighing scale dangling from their ceiling at home. A bag is a bag. You fill it until the zipper will not close. Then you sit on it, and if it closes then all is fine.

Now someone notices that I am travelling Business Class and the position changes. “This way, Sir” “Excuse me Madam, you have to wait there. This route is reserved for VIP’s.” Mmm, I like business class.

Blog-It!

You may wonder how seamless some of the posts are and how some have appeared while I was travelling. This is because there are two blogger's, but only one author. I type up the post and my eldest daughter Jodi logs in to correct any spelling errors. Update photo's and create the various layout styles. This cut down on my blogging time while I was in Africa. Jodi is responsible for providing the photo viewer at the top of the home page as well as the archive on the right hand side. All of this is particularly useful whenever the Internet connection at your destination is slow. You could arrange before you travel for a trusted family member or friend to undertake various updates for you. Another useful tip is to write and save your new posts in a WORD Doc and cut and paste into the 'new post' section of your Blog as and when the material is ready. Less likelihood of a programme failure, and you have a second copy in case of a complete Website loss. This is the reason that some of my posts appear to have been written so quickly, when in fact they were cut and pastes from WORD.

African Wear

The Waiter brought the water that I had ordered for my friends, and the laughter subdued. It was good to chat and watch my four friends enjoy themselves. Friendship is not about giving; it is about listening, helping and caring. I learnt today back in the United Kingdom that it is also about trust. The same trust that you place with your spouse throughout your married life. I trust these friends and I care for them. Apparently Michael had been overwhelmed by one of our two Wedding presents. According to Patricia it showed him how much I cared for him. Not through monetary value, but from the time that it had taken to compile and the thought that had gone into the gift. Michael and Patricia were there to see me off on my long journey home and to present me with a memento of Africa. A fine blue and yellow garment made out of the best material, and one which fits me exceptionally well. It is of real quality and I value the gift, but no gift was needed as I value the friendship more.

To add to the surprise, they had also bought Pauline an African dress made of the same material and a Ghana map stand for my office desk. As we left the restaurant, the heat hit me again and I started to leak.

Hissing

We went for a lovely meal near to the airport. Well, I say lovely, but what I mean is that it looked lovely. Tamara went for what we know as ‘Pancake Rolls’, quite large ones but Jeff helped out. Jeff went for steak, rice and a poached egg. They brought us small warm buns while we waited, which I thought was a nice touch. The room was air conditioned and the tables well spaced out. We could have eaten outside, but as usual I was warm and asked to go into the cool air. The menu was well laid out and if I had been well I would have gone for the Spanish omellette. Jeff’s meal was huge, Tamara’s was not and I went for the fruit salad. A nice combination of two fruits; Pineapple and Water Melon. I manage half. I felt sorry for Tam, and then her main course arrived. Like Jeff’s meal, this was another large plate of rice complete with a poached egg. “That look’s good”, I thought. I then turned back to my fruit salad. Jeff’s phone rang, it was Patricia. They wanted to meet us prior to my flight back to the United Kingdom.

Michael and Patricia joined us at the restaurant and I offered them food. They declined but accepted water. I hissed. Not at my friends, but at the waiter. The waiter who had been walking at full stride some 15 feet away, stopped in his tracks. He turned and moved swiftly to our table. Michael and Patricia, Jeffers and Tam were rolling with laughter. Out loud and with contorted bodies. One with her head face down into her arms, another leaning back in his chair with his head leaning back further and looking at the ceiling, another wiping her eyes. They had never heard me hissing, in fact I suspect they had never heard a White man hiss in their entire life.

Moonwalking

I looked everywhere for Jacko. I looked around the sides of the 50 gallon water drum in the bathroom (not inside it as it has a lid), amongst the many shoes on the low level shoe stand in one of the two corridors inside the house. I checked out the lounge and the two reclining armchairs that form part of the large corner settee unit. I even went back into the pantry. I wondered where Mr. Jacko could be. Maybe he had made it outside? The single storey house forms a square with a hollow in the middle. A bit like the British squares during the Napoleonic Wars of 1815. The small hollow has some vegetation and each of two of the walls have windows with the steel rods and mosquito nets, while the third is open brickwork that lets through the air but is also covered with a fixed mosquito net. The door to the small square garden is in two parts, the first part is a lockable door and the second is a mosquito net door. The weather had been extremely hot for me, and my hosts had opened the locked door to allow more fresh air into the house. Maybe Mr. Jacko had decided to venture in the garden. Although this was not a European garden, as for us it would serve no practical purpose. There were no flowers as such, and the area was too small to sit out in, or to grow vegetables. But in Africa this small square served a particularly useful purpose; it was a source of cool air.

I wandered back to the bedroom, and there he was. Not singing, but frozen to the wall just above my knee height and to my left. Mr. Jacko had returned! He moved, first left then right, across the wooden door surround and then back again onto the wall and down towards the blue carpet. It was not quite moonwalking, but these were crazy moves. Jacko was back in town, and I was really glad.

Bacon sarnies

I have a craving for a bacon sarnie. I managed the cereal and fruit for breakfast and the hot beans for lunch. Hot and placed on top of some strange but fresh bread. A bit sweet for my liking, but nice anyway. The craving won't go away and it is now tea time. I spot the corned beef. It says produce of Australia and made by Heinz, but when I open the large circular tin it is unlike any corned beef that I have ever seen before. 'Dim ots', a small amount is added to what is left of the beans and the last slice of bread. It tastes good but a lot has to be put into the fridge.

Families are important. Tamara and Jeff, and Patricia and Michael have strong links with their extended families. My wife Pauline has strong links with hers. Our eldest daughter Jodi often visits and I believe that we are all close. I try to maintain a strong link with mine, especially my Brother. Good job, as one hour from their house, I am to phone ahead and the bacon sarnies will be waiting!