February 19, 2021

WAGS 17.02.2021: By Royal Appointment!

 


Sadly not this Blog, but John wrote to me on the 19th saying:-

"I have had a rush of blood to the head and have written something"! Who am I to discourage rushes of blood if you are lucky enough to have them, so he leads off this blog. He deigned to leave the title to me and, since he had included McVities in his opening speil, I chose a relevant title.

First of all, an Apology - I got it wrong about Nicola Sturgeon .


Last week, I praised her to the skies for her innovative scheme whereby travellers returning to Scotland would be quarantined for 15 days in top, on 

But in fact she has screwed things up. What has actually happened is that her Scottish Government has block-booked 1,300 hotel rooms in Aberdeen, Edinburgh and Glasgow and has had to pay for them up-front – the Scottish hotel industry are not suckers - estimated about £2 million.

And, surprise, surprise, people are not actually flocking to Scotland at the moment. Apparently only 14 people are in hotel quarantine there currently. 1,286 rooms paid for by the aforesaid taxpayer and Sturgeon left hoping that her 14 guests will pay her back.

So, sorry that my praise for her was unjustified. I also said that she was wasted on the Scottish stage and should head for the Westminster Parliament where her talents would be better used and appreciated. But I stand by that recommendation. Since when has sheer incompetence been a bar to success in that environment. It usually leads to promotion and more promotion.

And now a Warning.

With that apology out of the way, I can now turn to matters gustatory and dietetic, i.e. to do with food. This week I have been looking into the history of the every day digestive biscuit. I was encouraged to do this when my attention was drawn to an article in the Manchester Evening News which reported a scurrilous claim on something called Tik Tok that that biscuit´s ingredients include sodium bicarbonate which can be a laxative.

The first digestive biscuit was developed by two Scottish doctors in 1839, thus joining the impressive list of inventions and discoveries by Scots including telephone, television, Mackintosh raincoat, bicycle, pneumatic tyres, animal cloning, penicillin, insulin, logarithms, etc. etc, etc. (see en.m.wikipedia.org). Their idea was to introduce fibre into the diet. The source of their fibre then was probably oats. Dr Johnson in his Dictionary of the English Language had of course defined oats as “A grain which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.” He went on to say to his friend James Boswell “In England we wouldn´t think of eating oats. We only feed them to Horses.” Boswell´s reply to this sneer is worth noting: “Aye, Sir, and that´s why England has such fine horses, and Scotland such fine people.”

Be that as it may, perhaps the most popular brand of digestive biscuit is McVities of Edinburgh, who developed their recipe in about 1892. McVities eventually got absorbed into United Biscuits which in turn has now disappeared in something called Yildiz Holdings. But the digestive biscuit carries on.

In Edinburgh, when I was young, McVities used to run a high class tearooms on Princes Street where the posh ladies used to convene for their cream teas. They would come down on the tram from Morningside and, among other things, would talk about “sex” - you know, the things you put your rubbish out in. (An old Edinburgh joke about Edinburgh accents which Antje probably knows.) Clue: bags for your lixo.). The tearooms are now a Carphone Warehouse or some such outlet.

The ladies probably indulged in a digestive or two, but would they dunk them in their tea? I doubt it, not in those days of behaving politely in public. Anyway, dieticians have rubbished the idea that sodium bicarbonate would have had a laxative effect, since it would have been in minute quantities and baked thoroughly to boot. So, my Warning is not about eating digestive biscuits. Indeed not; buy them and eat them and dunk them as much as you want, but

                                Do not order them from Walmart

If you were to order 8.8 ounces of McVities´ digestives from Walmart, it would cost you $46.99 plus $11.99 delivery. Don´t go to Check Out. You have been warned. Stick to Continente.

And there we are, a paeon to Scot's inventiveness.  I am still scratching round for anything of interest, so I might as well add my 5 biscuits worth and add a touch of colour in the way of graphical splendour. Here are relevant extracts from the McVities timeline:




Often imitated, but seldom surpassed....



Not the creator of the Scotch whisky.....



By Royal Appointment King George Vth was partial to a biscuit - and a little bit of butter to his bread.



One of the greatest legal battles in Biscuit History



In 1947 McVities got the nod to make their 2nd Royal Wedding Cake. King Edward VIII's cake in 1937 was probably made by a German baker but was by no means as grand as Queen Elizabeth's. However, a piece of the 1937 cake was  auctioned at Sotheby's in 1998 and achieved more than $29,000!



A piece o'cake!! Only $29,000 and still uneaten after 84 years!




Britain's favourite McVities dunking biscuit 2004


In fact, if you are British, you have probably had many different types of McVities. Here is the current range, many of which are available in The Overseas Supermarket:-




And there you are - a potted history of walking biscuits. As you can guess I am rather partial to a biscuit or two with my morning or afternoon tea as are the Kings and Queens of England.

      My Scottish advisor warned me off buying from Walmart USA, but that is never a consideration. I am sure he can justify the figure he put on the Walmart biscuits, but as I always tend to try and corroborate any information from the Hope Household (They both use the same email address often!), I checked and found them at the reduced special offer price of $14.29 (from $22.04 for 400 gm with free delivery! Still exorbitant, bit it takes a canny Scots biscuit salesman to maximise his profits when given the opportunity. 

       As a poor pensioner, I tend to buy the House of Lancaster (25 years of Quality Broken Biscuits), broken biscuits 1.3 kg in a stout cardboard box so as not to cause further damage (sometimes). 


                            Extra broken Broken Biscuit Assortment

This was the last available box in 'Iceland' (Overseas Supermarket) as their stocks have been severely affected by Brexit (no Pukka Pies, Custard Creams, Cathedral City Cheese nor Yorkshire teabags!). I managed to get a grudging 10% discount from the manageress, when I pointed out that from the packaging the biscuits might be broken - the irony was lost on her, and I will take it up with House of Lancaster, who say on the box, that if not completely satisfied I should contact them!  Incidentally Overseas Supermarket is resourcing much of its stock from the Republic of Ireland, so prepare for price rises      

      Now since there are many of my favourite biscuits usually included in the Broken Biscuits Box,  I did a little research. House of Lancaster was created in 1987 to 'rework' products from Freemans Confectionery. They were appointed Sole National Distributors for Huntley and Palmers in 2009. Huntley and Palmer were the biggest biscuit company in the world from 1822 until the early 1990s. Anyone who was brought up in UK would remember their parents owning a biscuit tin or several from Huntley and Palmers. 

     
Later and earlier biscuit tins

They made a comeback - or the name did , about 2009

  If you are not exhausted by biscuits you may care to look at the  virtual museum of Huntley and Palmers which can be found HERE

  The new incarnation produces many favourites such as Fig Rolls, Milk Mallow Teacakes, Chocolate Olivers, Mini Dippers. mince pies and Luxury Christmas puddings. But they have a way to go before they overtake McVities again.

  So what relevance has the foregoing dissertation have to do with Walking or WAGS? Honestly not a lot, but blog subjects are hard to find and, with only two of us seriously writing, you must expect occasional diversions or distractions.

We often (some of us) walk with a few biscuits in our back packs, but a bag of nuts, crisps or  Granola bars are more common but for your delight, this is what  American Walkers favour.

Now who's for a Chocolate Digestive?

 Rod's Birthday fell on a Wednesday this year, a rare opportunity for a Birthday Walk but alas! He received the inevitable series of wishes on the WAGS main site, and I was hoping someone would have taken on a WAGS Birthday and Anniversary Group, but nothing was forthcoming, not even a c0uple of walk photos

   Monday was the best day for walking in Lagos and in contrast to Friday and the pix in last weeks blog, there was a strong onshore wind whipping up the surf in the sun.

Praia de Patata



Marina Entrance




Another view.

Wednesday was uneventful except for some exchanges on the WAGS Gourmet Sub-group on WhatsApp.

       By Thursday the wind had dropped, and we were faced with a mysterious mist on our daily perambulation.


Looking down the seaward side of the Avenida




The Good Ship Esperança, moored near the Harbour Masters Office

To finish a little Country ditty, which may be the saddest Country song ever written. By Jimmy Dean.


Post script from Silves.

Back to biscuits, one more time, Ah! memories, Huntly and Palmers


and broken biscuits. In  the old days, biscuits came in large square tins from which the grocers (remember them?) would take out the amount you wanted by weight. Inevitably, some biscuits got broken inside the tin but these were not thrown away but kept in the back of the shop until some economically-minded housewife would ask for 6 ounces or so of broken biscuits, half the price and all sorts of varieties.

Now, don´t ever get the impression that the British are not serious about their biscuits. Just the other day, under FOI (The Freedom of Information Act), some earnest-minded soul made a request for information about government expenditure on biscuits; not just total expenditure, but for figures broken down into spending on different types of biscuit from Jaffa Cakes, Garibaldis (aka the Squashed Fly Biscuit), Bourbons, Rich Tea, Digestives, through to Custard Creams.

Under FOI, a citizen has  a right to request any recorded information held by a public authority, such as a government department, local council or state school.

That this request was taken seriously leads me to the conclusion that somewhere within the remotest depths of the British Government, most probably in the remotest recesses of the Home Office, there exists a "Desk" or departmental sub-section whose function is to gather and digest the biscuit-eating statistics of all those governmental bodies, from the House of Lords downwards, whose occupants are entitled to free biscuits with their morning and afternoon teas or coffees at the tax-payers´ expense. A secondary conclusion is that every such governmental body must employ a clerk, no doubt in  a junior or beginner´s capacity, to keep a track of the biscuit-eating habits of his or her colleagues AND to submit monthly statistical data thereon to the Home Office.

Of course, what with Covid-19 and working from home, free biscuits at the office will become a thing of the past, a niche job will become redundant, and another  wonderful British tradition - that of the free British Civil Service biscuit - will find itself consigned to the dust heap of history.

Let´s hope that the Great British Biscuit Industry can survive the shock and will not let itself be broken. 


February 12, 2021

WAGS 10.02.2021: Season Suspended

 


There is a bit of a hiatus in the Saunterers´ blog because Pauladev is having a few technical problems with the Blogger as well as having to spend a lot of time administering or administrating (take your pick of the verbal form) the booming WhatsApp Gourmet sub-group chat.


So, just to fill in while he sorts things out, I thought I would pass a brief comment on the British political scene. Personally, I have found it very encouraging recently that Matt Hancock, the UK´s Health Minister, and Nicola Sturgeon, uncrowned First lady of Scotland, are both prepared to think out of the box and to actually collaborate on ways to boost UK´s faltering economy.


In case you have no idea what I am talking about, consider this. The Health Minister brings in a law to send people who lie about going on holiday to Portugal, for instance claiming to have spent a fortnight in Moldova instead, to prison for 10 years. Just how a Health Minister can rule on prison sentencing is beyond me but let that pass. And then the afore-said Scottish Lady brings in a law that requires all arrivals in Scotland to spend 15 days quarantine in a hotel, minimum 3 star, at their own expense.


Just consider what a boost these measures will bring to to the economy. UK´s prisons are full to bursting as it is, so masses of new prisons will have to be built to house all theses dishonest holiday makers, the result is that the construction industry gets a much needed shot in the arm – lots of building contracts from the Government – and no awkward questions being raised about costings. Many new prison warders jobs are also created for a guaranteed 10 year term, not to mention the civil service and other administrative jobs needed. And in Scotland, where the hotel industry has been on its knees, suddenly they have a whole new captive clientele, and all at no cost to the Scottish tax payer.


Isn´t UK fortunate to have such innovative and creative politicians at the helm, in these difficult times?


Meanwhile, let´s cheer ourselves up by looking pictures of some food. Mongolian Beef Stir Fry topped the charts last week.



and Avocado Cheesecake sem quiejo for afters.


    PS: going back to Hancock and Sturgeon for a moment, if I may; the drawback about Hancock´s scheme is that the returning holiday makers get 10 year´s accommodation free, whereas in Sturgeon´s plan the hotel guests have to pay for it themselves. The woman is wasted in Holyrood. Get her into Westminster asap. She just what the House of Commons needs. Give her a decent sized handbag and she will equal Thatcher.

Paul Writes:-

Well after wrestling with a serious computer problem , and only breaking for a short pause to watch a less than satisfactory England victory over Italy, I am going to attempt to rewrite the work I spent several hours compiling yesterday. Great Theory John. They could also boost Government and business income by allowing Sky to transmit as far as here, AND allow us to keep and pay for UK driving Licences as well as Portuguese!


Anyway last Wednesday - our appointed day for a slightly longer Saunter, I creaked out of bed, threw back the curtains , regarded the grey wet scenery, drew the curtains again and started thinking about an article on how lockdown plus SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) tended to not only to atrophy your abused senior muscles, but also wither your will to get out and do stuff.  






The article was still a twinkle in my eye when Friday, the first day of the Year of the Ox (acceptable), Cow (insulting to Hindus and women)and Buffalo (extremely sexist) burst forth. The Sun was out; the Sky was Blue; and not a Cloud to spoil the view.

What a difference between the drought of 2019 - 2020, when we wondered if the reservoirs would last, and we were praying for rain, and now when we hadn't seen the sun for what seemed like weeks - especially on Wednesdays. Lets hope it stays for a while.


Love the courtesy sub-titles!








And so Dear Reader - I became a Founder Member of the FAGS - Friday (or even better 'Flexible' ) Algarve Geriatric Saunterers, and I sauntered round Lagos for 90 minutes, covering exactly 5 km. Of course 'Flexible' in the temporal  rather than the physical sense. Myriam didn't join me as she was busily engaged in preparing exotic Chinese ingredients for our Chinese New Year Feast. The first time we had it alone.

   Of course 'Fag' is a curious word , when not used as an acronym.  It means a different thing to Americans than to most Brits. We all know about 'Nipping out for a quick fag'. It is the shortened term for 'faggot', ie a bundle of sticks gathered by old women for domestic duties, and has known records since the 16th Century. The homosexual connotation probably derives from the common habit in English of using feminine or insulting words for effeminate men. There is an urban legend which claims that it comes from the practice of burning homosexuals at the stake , fired up with a bundle of twigs. This is unlikely as in England, Parliament had made homosexuality a capital offence in 1533,, and the specified method was hanging!
    The use as slang for a cigarette can be traced back to the 1st World War, again probably to some PTSD minds burning a cigarette was similar to burning a stick from a faggot or bundle of sticks.




   There is also the use of the term 'fagging' was also endemic in the English Public School system, where it was applied to younger boys who served the Senior boys by cleaning, fetching and carrying among other duties, some of which we won't allude to here (allegedly).
  And they turned out to be the backbone of British Government, Commerce and Industry.

While we are restricted, and just yesterday the current restrictions were extended until at least 1st March and no doubt longer, unlike the craziness in UK., we need to find other ways to amuse ourselves. My Email group from those that suffered with me in Cranwell have been reminiscing along the lines of " Eeeeh when I was a lad......" about all the moaning in UK about cold weather, mental health and deprivation. As I am increasingly finding, many of my contemporaries have much better recall of our days in 1967/8. Most is discussions of outdoor survival exercises in N Yorkshire, Scotland and Central Germany. Survival was the key word and I remember slogging through snow near Catterick, and snuggling up to a pair of hairy overdressed tentmates, in my only attempt at an all male 3-some. Now they have female cadets at Cranwell, but even so, 'Elf and safety would forbid what we went through. Two Royal Marine Exercises were cancelled in the area, but the Powers That Be thought it would be character building to expose 40-odd  under equipped Flight Cadets to the sort of weather that stopped the invasion of Russia. We had several cases of hypothermia, most woke up and had to defrost boots and sleeping bags to escape, and two of the canniest lads had decided only to take space blankets to save weight in their 35 kg backpacks! They were the days! And the Escape and Evasion exercise in Germany! I hope our interrogators are outside the Statute of Limitations as they certainly didn't stick to the Geneva Convention. And the Exercise in Glen Shee was billed as 'Learn to Ski at RAF expense'! Little did we know the horrors that awaited us.  Is it any wonder that I have sought out warm climates ever since I left the RAF!
   
        Enough biography, the WAGS WhatsApp Group identified a need to diversify - mainly due to comments from senior members about chats that varied too far from walking and social matters. So I opened a 6 Nations WAGS WhatsApp sub-group for Live Chat before during and after 6 Nations matches, and it achieved  153 posts on Day 1, 6th February alone. No sooner had this Group opened , than there were mutterings about going off topic, when we began describing our dinners and cooking them. So, the WA Gourmet Sub-group was created. This led to a tongue-in-cheek review of existing topics with please for a Birthday and Anniversary Sub-group (BAGS), Technical Appliance Sub Group (TAGS), and a Flower Arranging Sub-group (FAGS).  

 New Rule ' if you want to narrow the general WAGS Chats to a Single Subject,  Special Interest Sub-group then nominate, get it seconded, invite participants and administrate it yourself.

And I will finish off with a few photos from my Friday journey round Lagos, partly to illustrate the effects of  the State of Emergency, and part to brighten your mood and appreciation of our chosen retirement Paradise.


Nothing ostentatious!!



Your place or mine?


Placid Harbour



The 'Old' Bridge aka 'The Roman Bridge' aka 'Ponte Dona Maria II'  
Its origins are shrouded in mystery, but it has traces of Roman construction and suffered significant damage in the 1755 earthquake. . Recently repaired 2012 to 2015, and before that in 1960.



This cormorant has taken possession of the mid-channel buoy for his observation point.


Lots of money tied up and unused.


The Avenida is deserted!


Prince Henry the Navigator's current view over the fountains. The seagulls seem to be practicing lockdown too!


Praca Gil Eanes - deserted.

And Lindsey was the only one apart from the Blog authors who sent in a contribution. Here goes:

Yet another wet, muddy walk!  Nobody around except myself and the dogs - Tasha & Duque.


Where's Wally? or Tasha. or Duque?

 The dogs had fun though - somewhere in this photo are 2 dogs chasing a hare and in the lower one, Duque has gone back to see/smell where he went wrong!

Not a very interesting walk but they enjoyed though!

 


And finally, Turismo Algarve's 2020 effort to attract tourists to the Algarve Why wouldn't you come ?     Oh I get it!



Now back to JohnH for a few closing remarks:-

Nice photos.

Also nice to see that the WAGS WhatsApp group has been expanded to include a Gourmet sub-group. In fact, that may be the way that this blog will have to go as we all of us walk less and eat fewer bifanas. Obviously, then, we will be eating and drinking more at home and the Blog can celebrate those festivities, much as Paul and Antje in particular are doing on WhatsApp.

Of course, there will be those kill-joys who will advocate austerity and self- denial, but here is a reasoned argument (which I found in The Spectator the other day) against such a misery-guts approach to life:-

Giving up sugar and booze may add years to your life. But those years will only be added on at the end when you are old. No one gets extra years of being young.”





                                 " Carpe diem quam miminum credula postero."    Cheers.

February 05, 2021

WAGS 03.02.2021: Come Fill the Blog.......

 





Omar Khayyam.. (1048-1131



        ....... and in the Fire of Spring,

        The Winter Garment of Reluctance fling.

        We have but little time to Blog, and Lo -

   We need some help - Can`t think of Anything!

    

     Yes, with no walk again this week, we will be searching around for items of interest - not necessarily related to walking. For instance, the enforced leisure has not only upped my snacking and couching (I hate stationary biking - or spinning, as the fashionistas like to call it!), but increased my browsing habit enormously. There is so much interesting (to me) stuff on the Net, and I would feel guilty about notifying everyone on WhatsApp what I have just read - Adult Content or not!


The Lake Isle of Innisfree


This week, I came across a lovely humorous poem:-

Lockdown Lament - A Brief Pageant of English Verse

 I won't arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
I'll sanitise the doorknob and make a cup of tea.
I won't go down to the sea again; I won't go out at all.
I'll wander lonely as a cloud from the kitchen to the hall.
There's a green-eyed yellow monster to the north of Kathmandu
But I shan't be seeing him just yet, and nor, I think, will you. 
While the dawn comes up like thunder on the road to Mandalay
I'll make my bit of supper and eat it off a tray.
I shall not speed my bonnie boat across the sea to Skye .
Or take the rolling English road from Birmingham to Rye. 
About the woodland, just right now, I am not free to go.
To see the `Keep Out` posters or the cherry hung with snow. 
And no, I won't be travelling much, within the realms of gold. 
Or get to Milford Haven - All that's been put on hold.
Give me your hands, I shan't request, albeit we are friends 
Nor come within a mile of you,- until this shit show ends.

There should be enough literary reference in that to keep the least inquisitive busy!


And now from the Silves end...

One must, I suppose, rally round and contribute to the blog when even Paul seems to find words hard to come by, so here goes.

Two items of news caught my eye during this past week of enforced seclusion. One was that various scientific journals were getting rather excited about what appears may be the smallest reptile on the planet .



Researchers discovered what may be the smallest reptile on the planet in the rainforests of northern Madagascar.The new miniscule lizard is a species of chameleon named Brookesia nana, and is so small its entire body can fit on a fingertip.

A lizard called the Caribbean gecko (Sphaerodactylus ariasae) was the former record holder for smallest reptile on Earth, but the changing of the guard is made somewhat murky by the fact that it is only the male B. nana specimen is smaller than the Caribbean gecko. The minute male B. nana measures just half an inch from nose to the base of the tail. The female, on the other hand, comes in at three-quarters of an inch in length. 

The former title holder for the smallest chameleon is a member of B. nanas own genus, Brookesia micra.

But now comes the intriguing bit of the news...I should perhaps warn those of a sensitive or prudish disposition to look away now.....which is that, besides the miniscule total length of the male, he distinguished himself by possessing unusually large genitals for his size—almost 20 percent of his body length, it is thought to more effectively copulate with the significantly larger B. nana females.

It just goes to bear out what Paul frequently claims and that is that “Size Matters.”

Should you be interested in looking deeper into this bit of news, you can log into

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/chameleon-discovered-madagascar-may-be-worlds-smallest-reptile-180976909/


The second news-worthy item came as a bit of comfort to my fellow Scots who have been deprived of their two festivals this winter, St Andrew´s Ball and Burns Night. And that was an article which you may have seen in the following publication,

https://www.theportugalnews.com/news/2021-01-22/haggis-launched-to-edge-of-space/57873

and which I will endeavour to summarise for you.



A Scottish butcher in the wee Perthshire town of Dunning launched a 454 gramme haggis into space last month in celebration of Burns Night. It reached the height of 20 miles (107,293 ft) nearly four times the height of Everest. From Dunning, it travelled over Stirling, Falkirk, Edinburgh, the Pentland Hills and l the Scottish Borders. It was airborne for 2 hours, 37 minutes and covered a distance of 52 miles. (I´m surprised it didn´t burst in the thin atmosphere.) The propulsion ended at 107,00 feet and the haggis then fell back towards Earth at nearly 200 mph before a weather balloon deployed and it landed “safely” in Lauder in the Scottish Borders.

2 hours, 37 minutes – almost enough time for a WAGS walk.



Thanks for the Illumination John!





Antje sent a short account of her Wednesday on WhatsApp, so here it is` for those of you still resisting progress.

See photo from our walk this morning, drizzle but fresh sea air. 
Excitement of today is that we know the name of our family doctor and shall have a consultation with her on Monday morning on the phone when she will decide if she wants to see any of us. We are now definitely in the system. 😊


No friends to play with. Tail is down.


      There is a reminder for those that want to be called up for their vaccine, to ensure that your details, especially phone and email are updated with the SNS.

        Lindsey was out and sent this - brief and to the point:-

"Yes. Of course I went for a walk because the 2 dogs know exactly when it’s time for a walk - rain or shine!! They keep pestering me with prods & kisses!"


Terry was even briefer:-

"Yeah same here.  Becky @ 4 o’clock said it’s my walk time, so off we go in the 🌧 great having pets!! 🐕"


     Myriam, determinedly optimistic, produced this promising advice also to the WhatsApp group, and included a couple of reassuring tests for those of us that managed to complete them.


Anosognosia

  "Those who are conscious of being forgetful have no serious problem of memory."
  
Very interesting...
 
In the following analysis,  
French Professor Bruno Dubois, Director of 
the Institute of Memory and Alzheimer's Disease (IMMA) at La Pitié-Salpêtrière, Paris Hospitals, 
addresses the subject in a rather reassuring way:  

"If anyone is aware of his memory problems, he does not have Alzheimer's."  


It often happens in people 60 years and older that they complain that they lack memory.  "The information is always in the brain, it is the "processor" that is lacking."  

This is "Anosognosia" or temporary forgetfulness.  

Half of people 60 and older have some symptoms that are due to age rather than disease.  
The most common cases are:  
- forgetting the name of a person,  
- going to a room in the house and not remembering why we were going 
there,  
- a blank memory for a movie title or actor, an actress,  
- a waste of time searching where we left our glasses or keys 
...After 60 years most people have such a difficulty, which indicates that it is not a disease but rather a characteristic due to the passage of years ...  

Many people are concerned about these oversights hence the importance of the following statement:  
"Those who are conscious of being forgetful have no serious problem of memory."  
"Those who suffer from a memory illness or Alzheimer's, are not aware of what is happening."  

Professor Bruno Dubois, Director of IMMA, reassures the majority of people concerned about their oversights:  

"The more we complain about memory loss, the less likely we are to suffer from memory sickness."  

Now for a little neurological test:  
Only use your eyes!  

1- Find the C in the table below!
  

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
 
2- If you have already found the C, then find the 6 in the table below.  

99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999  
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999  
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999  
69999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999  
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999  
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
  

3- Now find the N in the table below.  
Attention, it's a little more difficult!
  

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNMM  
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM  
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM  
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM  
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
  
Anosognosia
If you pass these three tests without problem:  
- you can cancel your annual visit to the neurologist.  
- your brain is in perfect shape!  
- you are far from having any relationship with 
Alzheimer's. 

And now, I have a half promise from Rod to include - if he hasn`t failed the test above - some of his musings. But `Tempus Fugit`, "Procrastination is the Thief of Time" and "Lo - The Bird is on the Wing so I will publish this now, bearing in mind that I will be very busy over the weekend with the first 6 Nations matches, - and add anything else as and when I am able.
Check back occasionally. to see anything extra. If you sent something that you would like to be included, and that I missed, please let me know.