Lynda's Blog

  I have been going through my cupboards, china cabinet and boxes of goodies from my mum. I have some lovely china from mum and my aunties who passed away many years ago.   I had heard that old china may contain unsafe lead levels and as I wanted to pass on some of this to my children I thought I had better investigate this (i.e. ask Mr Google). Well, it is not easy! I found myself on an antiques website having a live ‘chat’ to someone. I gave the names of some of the china and asked if they had lead in. I couldn’t get a straight answer. She wanted to refer me to the antiques specialist who would require photos before giving me the information—at a cost! I tried other sites who simply wanted to tell me all about the china—except whether they had lead in or not. There were lots of general sites which told me all old china had lead in so don’t use it if there are any cracks, chips or crackling. That reminded me that one Christmas I gave my daughter-in-law (who loves old china)...

  The cross Sanitised Anaesthetised Compartmentalised. Served up with a nice little drama And hot cross buns. Easier to hear the story But not let it touch you Lest you understand And understanding, lose yourself. And in losing, find yourself But different. ‘Different’ has a cost. You can’t count the cost Of being lost Then found. Found is profound … Has a different sound Cause it’s no longer self But sacrifice. Of time, of energy, of self, of … Dare I say money? It’s giving up movies and books and music That don’t fit the new self. Its time spent with God A new relationship That sounds the death knell of the old With its coffee and gossip So what does it profit Me. But that’s the thing There will be no ‘me’ Only … Him.