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Milestone today as son celebrated his sixth birthday. Six years have zoomed by just like that. Where has my baby gone? In six years' time, according to his 'little red book', he would be about my height. And then of course another six years after that when he's eighteen, he'd be .... God willing, he'd be doing something worthwhile with his life. Fathers don't take birthdays as mothers do, I think. I can still remember many of the little details surrounding son's arrival. Being an older first-time mother meant being asked numerous times whether we wanted to test for Down's. I felt under a lot of pressure to test. It was as if the NHS did not want another Down's baby to burden the system or that they wanted to make sure that we do not turn around and sue them for not discovering early enough that baby could have Down's. Signs of our time. Baby was so-oo overdue. Seventeen days to be precise. By Week 41 I was begging the midwife to have it induc...

Not really, but when I received this email "Hi! I keep up with your blog and see you haven't written since 10th April when you were having trouble due to rsi, are you o.k?", I thought perhaps I should post something. It is nice to be missed. Thanks, Lyds. My arm is much better now. Maybe a spell away from the computer (as much as I could) did help. Thanks for the concern. It's the Easter break and like most parents I've got a little one to look after. Husband has also taken some time off -- which is nice -- and we try to spend family time together. Have we been "on holiday"? Strictly speaking, no. I find the British have a strange way of using the word "holiday". It always seems to mean going away from home for a short period. My idea of "holiday" is just not doing the normal chores or following the usual routine for a change. So not waking up every morning at 6am is a holiday for me. By the British reckoning our family has not been o...

My right arm is hurting quite a bit, which is probably due to a recurrence of RSI from an excessive use of the computer. So this will be short. Last week I came across a 'Trading Standards' display at a local shopping centre. Of course I walked up to take a look. On pirated DVDs Me: What are you doing about the Chinese vendors selling such DVDs? Trading Standards Officer: We can't do very much. We take them to court and the judge normally hands down a tiny fine of £20 or £25. Me: But what can we do for them? It is clear that they are being controlled by a gangmaster. TSO: That's really a problem with the Immigration Department. We are dealing with the small fry. Me: So they only get those small fines. TSO: Sometimes they are jailed for a week or so. But they like being in prison as they are warm and well fed and they each have their own bed, which is more than what they usually get. Back to Organic-Ally .

I don't know how you felt when you read about the conviction and jailing of the Chinese gangmaster found responsible for the death of his fellow Chinese cockle-pickers at Morecambe Bay. I do not understand how an immigrant can exploit fellow immigrants the way that this callous young man did. My father also emigrated from south China to Singapore many years ago. Famine and poverty where he lived drove him to take that long arduous and dangerous journey to Singapore. I think his elder sister had already arrived in Singapore then. He was young and strong then and worked in all kinds of jobs so long as they paid for his sustenance and a little bit more which he remitted back to his family still left in China. This is the pattern of most economic migrants. There was, and is, no welfare system in place in Singapore and there were no handouts. But he did have a supportive network of 'family' from the same vicinity of his origin. There were what is known as tongxianghui (village ...

I don't normally get cross with mum-in-law. So I felt it especially bad that it came on Mothering Sunday and all. She was going home on the coach and I suggested she took a sandwich with her. 'O, no! I can't eat anything after yesterday's meal.' I kind of blew my top. 'If that works for all those starving people in Africa, wouldn't it be great?' For me, yesterday's food cannot feed today's body. Technically most of our food would have been broken down and either absorbed or discarded. If yesterday's food could feed us today, there'll be much less starvation and malnutrition. 'It's not possible! Technically it's not possible that you are still full from yesterday!' I found myself saying, quite rudely, I must admit. I find it very offensive that someone could say, 'O no! I can't eat anything else after yesterday's lunch' especially when one has had a light dinner and then a substantial breakfast in between. N...

Found myself going to church one Sunday wearing clothes that were not exactly colour-coodinated. I remember a friend asking why the Chinese in immediate post-Mao China seemed to be wearing clothes that clash in colour. You know, like they mix an orange blouse with a red skirt. He was a medical student (and now trains doctors in deepest, most rural China) and posed the question: Are they all colour-blind? Of course not. They simply didn't have enough clothes to match them accordingly. I am in what some social anthropologists might call being in a liminal, in-between, state. I, too, do not have enough clothes to ensure that I am always colour-coordinated. (One of my ex-colleagues reading this will be gobsmacked. She might remember how I used to have a 'personal shopper' who picked out all my working clothes as I hated shopping even back then.) Yes, I do have clothes in the wardrobe, but they are mainly of conventional cotton, and some have polyester and viscose mixed in. My ...

Last Saturday, Husband and I had the rare opportunity to attend a concert at our local arts centre. It featured Cantabile, a male quartet, that does a lot of a capella singing. I first saw the group perform on TV and was thrilled that they were going to perform at the Singapore Festival of Arts more than a decade ago. I was then working for one of the 'Big Six' accounting firms as a change management consultant and could pretty much afford to attend any of the big-name foreign acts -- including the musical Evita and Placido Domingo -- being brought in by promoters aiming for the 'Yuppie' market. Cantabile left a distinct mark on my musical landscape as I had one of their cassette tapes when I packed my one suitcase and headed to Amsterdam to begin my life as a full-time Christian worker. From a habit of indiscriminate use of taxis in Singapore, I had to resort to cycling or taking the tram in Amsterdam. Instead of a fat wage package every month I made the transition t...

I think I might get a lot of hate mail after this. But as I merely wish to discuss some vexing contradictions in life, I hope readers would just take this as an 'airing of thoughts' with no ill-will directed at any particular individual. This week a young woman who's suffered from cancer is refused permission to have her frozen embryos implanted because her ex-partner has refused permission. I just saw a programme about a child of a very disabled woman who is struggling to be a single mother and a professional artist. I recall another TV programme about another single mother who is profoundly deaf and blind who had a baby and needed a retinue of supporters to provide childcare. Isn't it strange that the very people (scientists) who believe in evolution -- survival of the fittest -- are prepared to give medical treatment to women to conceive babies when there isn't a chance that they could look after these children on their own, and especially without a father? What ...

Found the following report which supports what I've suspected all along and mentioned in a previous blog . It's factory farming that is to blame for the spread of bird flu. Worse is to come, it seems. Note the last sentence in this report. ************************* Taken from Straits Times Feb 28, 2006 'Poultry industry to blame' for bird flu Wild birds, backyard farms not at fault, says NGO report BANGKOK - A NEW report released yesterday blamed the transnational poultry industry, and not small-scale poultry farming and wild birds, as the root cause of the global bird flu crisis. The spread of industrial poultry production and trade networks has actually created ideal conditions for the emergence and transmission of lethal viruses such as the deadly H5N1 strain of bird flu, said Mr Devlin Kuyek of the Montreal-based international non-governmental organisation, Grain. Once inside densely populated factory farms, viruses can become lethal rapidly and amplify, Mr Kuyek s...

When I was first invited into a British home many years ago, it was not the food or wine that left an impression. It was that my hostess expected me to wipe my mouth with the lovely cloth napkin she had laid out. This is posh, I thought. Having just arrived from Singapore I was more used to whipping out a tiny plastic packet of cheap paper tissue instead. (I was not using cloth hankies at that point either.) When I later stayed with a British family, I realised -- to my horror -- these cloth napkins are not washed after every meal as I expected. They are simply rolled up and returned to napkin rings and they are used again at the next meal. How odd, I thought. How unhygienic, I further thought. Until recently, our cloth napkins (wedding gifts) only came out of the drawers on special occasions. Until I recognized how unnecessary the kitchen towels, which we've been using as a substitute for table napkins, were did it occur to me that cloth napkins are NOT only for posh people or po...

This last midweek I had the most awful feeling that I might have got diabetes. Mum suffered from diabetes for many years before the side-effects of her drugs led to multiple organ failure. Her sister suffered from diabetes and had a leg amputated eventually. I am paranoid about getting diabetes and avoid sweets and sugars where possible. But this last week my constant thirst (and therefore subsequent visits to the loo) caused me to fear the worst. I've not been able to get to the GP to rule it out or rule it in. Thankfully those awful symptoms of constant thirst have subsided. I put it down to the side-effects of some antibiotics I had to take, although I don't remember such an reaction in previous times. Then it struck me that we, as a family, had been consuming more and more organic food, fruit and drink. When I leave husband to do the shopping, even the most ordinary food (say, jam, flour) is organic. Could my unfamiliar side-effect be due to a body that has been 'de-tox...

Just catching up as I was too ill to post earlier this week. Husband came back from work 14th February and came into the kitchen where I was getting him a 'welcome home coffee' and a simple meal ready (some tasks still need to be done even when one is ill). He stuck two £10 notes under my nose. 'For you.' Me: 'Whatever for?' Husband: 'Your Valentine's Day present.' Me: 'You're joking.' Husband: 'It's money I did not spend on overpriced roses.' Me: 'Take it away.' I continued cooking. Valentine's Day is one day in the calendar that we do NOT celebrate. Wedding anniversary we make a big deal of. VD (Would you celebrate a day that's short for 'Venereal Disease'? I ask you.) We are as anti-Valentine's Day as we could be. No, we are not unromantic. But romance should not be dictated by the card-makers, florists and restarateurs. It should be inspired by feelings of love and care for each other, unique t...

Husband took time off in lieu yesterday and today. Rather uncharacteristically, if I may say. We had been totally unsuccessful in trying to get son to visit the London Zoo. We think it would be educational for him. After all, that's what all parents do during school holidays, isn't it? (No?) Son refuses to go saying that he does not like seeing animals in cages. He must have seen images of London Zoo on TV to come to such a conclusion. Next best thing we thought was travel a short distance up the M1 to a safari park. There, we assured son, animals are allowed to roam free and not kept in cages. He agreed to go. We got there, queued up to pay to get in. Soon frustration set in. After spotting the North American Bison, the Chapman's Zebra, Common Eland, Kafue Lechwe (antelope), Asian Elephant, etc, we were stuck in queue behind a long line of cars, stuck behind an MPV that refused to move. 'Look at her! husband exploded, 'And I bet it's a her. Totally oblivious to...

It wasn't cold I felt. I had the chills and other symptoms of a recurring health problem. Dragged myself to the GP, son in tow. Tiredness persisted, but still life has to go on. Including making sure customers get the orders they made. Very thankful that son is usually cooperative. Back to Organic-Ally .

It's half-term. Kid at home. Husband at work. Me? Full of cold. This sneezing business is really tiring. I feel cold all the time too. Thankfully son is well able to entertain himself (but not exclusively in front of the TV). Back to Organic-Ally .

It's been a rather busy week. Two visits to the optometrist and two mornings at work. 'Work'? What's that? I can't remember the last time I was actually paid to work. It must have been nearly ten years ago. Since then I've been a full-time mum, occasional academic, regular parent volunteer at school, community groups, etc, mainly in services for women and children, and only recently added 'eco-entrepreneur' to the list. The nursery my son attended needed a 'helper' two mornings this week and I was asked to do that. Did I enjoy it? Yes, it was great helping the children do things like put on their coats, encouraging them to complete play activities, and I don't even mind the mundane tasks like cutting out shapes from old cereal boxes for their glueing activites, washing up milk bottles, even cleaning the toilets (which is not my job at home). But would I do this on a regular basis? Honestly? No. It has however given me opportunities to compare...

I was 'in conversation' with another happy customer. He tells me that "when things need replacing we try and replace them with an organic/fairtrade option". I think that is just such a sensible way to go. Like him, we are slowly switching over to organic bedding. Although the definition for 'need replacing' is slightly modified in my case. My son and I both have sensitive skin and some things have been making us itch. I wonder if it is the cheap cotton sheets we've been using. Up till now we've been buying bedding on the basis of whether they look good. For example, son was into anything to do with space/exploration, so we went and got him bedding with a 'space' theme on it. At that time I had no idea what harm conventional cotton was doing and the effect of conventional cotton on the skin. Some places offer such 'cheap' options that we -- I, really -- had succumbed to the temptation and had bought what I thought would suit us and our s...

It took me an hour (ONE HOUR) to travel that one mile or so to get from my house to the local hospital. A dear friend of ours had a stroke (minor one, thank God) and I had to go visit him. It is no distance at all to drive to the hospital. But taking into consideration the parking charges, carbon emission and the supposed convenience of a particular bus service, I thought, surely the bus is preferred. Standing for more than half an hour in the freezing weather wasn't any fun. The bus time-table declares the bus frequency as 'every 8 to 11 minutes'. The young man in front of me -- he was waiting when I got there -- had had enough and walked off to the main bus station. I was rehearsing in my head what I would say to the bus driver. I was not going to pay as I should, legally, have my money back if the service was late. There was no need for that. When the bus came, it was full. The guy who (jumped queue and) went ahead of me couldn't get to pay and was told to hop in the...

It's been hyped up. 'China in London', thanks to the Mayor. Cold weather. Trafalgar Square where son won't be able to see a thing in the crowd? No, thank you. We all headed down to Oriental City in Colindale instead. But every other Chinese person and family seemed to be doing the same. We were stuck in grid-lock traffic on the access road to the carpark. It didn't help that huge lorries were parked on one side and other cars were parked on the other. Cars heading out were blocked as cars heading in wouldn't give way. "All it takes is someone to give way. Let someone else go," husband said. So he waited as we could see some drivers struggling to edge their cars past the lorries. Toot-toot. Drivers behind us were getting impatient. We kept waiting, knowing that we couldn't go anywhere further than thirty yards away any way. Toot-toot. He's had enough. Swung the car round us and went ahead of us. "Brilliant!" fumed my husband. "Wha...

My PSP (Payment Service Provider) is upping the charge on every online order made on my site. So I am lowering the price on the string bag bundles by 10% until end of February so that they do not have the satisfaction of making more money from this price increase immediately. But the prices will have to return to 'normal' for the long-term survival of this business and mission of reducing plastic and paper usage. Please do tell all your friends and family about this. Do buy bundles to give away!! Back to Organic-Ally .