Compassion In World Farming, Things You need to Know and Confucius.

On Wednesday we had a forum in our house to discuss the work of CWF. We were privileged to have Philip Lymbery with us to talk about the message contained in the three hundred and sixty pages of his book Farmageddon. Every family should have this book, and it should be compulsory reading in schools. There were sixteen of us, and we all had a role not least the people who cooked and brought wonderful food. We also had Mable Cable the Mary Poppins of the Ginger Pig Butchers I bang on about. They produced some delicious food, all of which was gathered and reared to the high standards of animal and plant welfare we work for at CWF . Amongst us were valued supporters who make the work possible. There was a ubiquitous feel good factor about the whole occasion. Some of us plan to make a trip to Yorkshire to visit the Ginger Pig Farms and see how it can be done. Philip wrote this book with the help of a journalist called Isabel Oakshott. At the start of the project, which involved months of gruelling travel she was not truly convinced; but in the end she made the remark which sums it all up, she said “ Now I get it.” Confucius said that in the end man’s survival was about six inches of top soil and some rain. We need to watch our space whatever and wherever it is.

Lucie O’Donnell and How to Run A Life With Cancer .

Well of course I think she is wonderful, after all she is my daughter. The old Chinese Proverb tells us “If your children are no better that you are , you have lived in vain.” I call her Lucie, it’s special like her. She is of course Lucy to everyone else and if you want to know why she is so special , go to www.cancerismy Lucie, wife and mother of three, running a successful health food business was diagnosed with stage four metastasized breast cancer two and a half years ago. This was very bad news, as bad as it gets…. You may ask why such a late diagnosis, believe me there are many such cases where a woman is told not to worry it is just a local inflammation no wasted energy on the blame game for her, she moved on, her favourite phrase is “it is what it is” indeed that is so. This extraordinary woman has had the most invasive treatments, lost her hair, had operations galore and endured and survived with courage and fortitude. Around her life flourishes even though she knows this is a work in progress. Quite astonishingly, she has written a book called Cancer is My Teacher, it is not out yet but when it is published it will be a bible for all those people who will have to embark on the journey she travelled with such fortitude and acceptance. This is practical physical and emotional advice and much else. She is also a cancer life coach and if you want to know how to get to her click on her website. Fear is contagious and insidious I think her gifts as a life enhancer are all about the banishment of fear and it is this she concentrates on in her wonderful book.

You Forckuffy? Skinny is Bad for You, Phonie Foodies and The Beadle in The Kitchen.

OMG what has happened to peoples stomachs? Half the world is starving and the other half is stomach obsessed and wants to starve. The yummy mummies are going to be hypnotised now to get themselves off coffee, the nipote is earning his tuition fees by serving coffee to these morphic females. A typical order from one of these idiotic stick insects will go “Okaya a skinny flat white, with cinnamon shot, dry and very hot,”

This is a perfect profile of the average customer on these occasions except for the “hot” bit, I am told shagging these women is like boning an ironing board. My cleaning assistant has experience of the awful domestic arrangements of some of these specimens, they read all those frantic colour supplements full of food pictures but in reality they do not know ho0w to open an oven. What is it all for , I ask myself? Actually they can all Fucoffee. I like Elizabeth David, who taught me to cook when I was eighteen; bring on the dairy products, potatoes, and lots of chocolate.

My Girls (the spaniels) started kicking off yesterday, they told me to look out of the window. I did, and saw a frantic Beadle trapped in our newly landscaped garden. The Nipote was here and together we managed to chorale it into my neighbours garden. He is a very famous singer who hates dogs because one bit him in Atlanta Georgia from whence he comes. We got hold of the dogs identity disk and rang the number where he supposedly resides. After a lot of argie we were told the dog was in “Daycare” and not in my garden. …. This was a very irritating conversation and I will not bore you with it, but eventually the two owners suggested that I look after it until, they finished work ……I took the darn thing home, and it tried to mount both spaniels and destroyed the kitchen. Being very intelligent we managed to track down the “day care”. On our way there we were accused by a furious driver of stealing the dog as it dragged the Nipote through some railings…… mission eventually accomplished we got home and rang the owner to inform him of the happy outcome “Okaya , he is an intrepid fellow isn’t he?” he replied with a fake Sloane accent and put the receiver down, I bet he was an estate agent. This is all a mystery another one for coffee?????