Something seen for the first time – tap hand dryer

I saw these at the London Eye. Made by Dyson, they both wash and dry your hands (although not at the same time obviously). They are an interesting idea, with the main selling point being that they stop people wandering around the toilet dripping water from their hands. At over £1,000 a pop, they don’t come cheap however.


Something seen for the first time – drinking coconut

I came across something new today in the shop where I work… a drinking coconut. It even came with a ring pull attached to expose a hole through the shell into which a straw could be placed. There was a surprisingly large amount of coconut water inside. It took me while to finish

Drinking coconut

Drinking coconut

Thinking small, thinking big

Whilst eating breakfast this morning, I watched the bees visiting Lavender flowers on my patio. Going about their lives without a care for anything else. For the bees, their world is the flower. Their time is now. Their lives are small.

Our lives are complicated. We look beyond the here and now. But wouldn’t it sometimes be nice to be able to dedicate our minds and selves in such a singular and direct way?

Watching bees lets me escape and imagine, for just a moment, that life is simple.

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When walking home tonight, I looked up at the moon suspended low in the night sky. To us, our would seems big. But on a cosmic scale, to our moon and beyond, we realise how small and vulnerable it really is.

To us, our lives are important. To us, our lives are everything and consequential. But wouldn’t it sometimes be nice to think that the things we do and the choices we make are not important?

Thinking about the scale of it all, compared to ourselves, lets me realise that life should be led without worry. How can we worry when we realise how insignificant we really are?

To the universe, we are just like the bee.

A week in time

A week in hours is nothing more than seven sets of twenty four.

But not to normal rules does time consent, a week depends on with whom it’s spent.

When it’s with you it runs so fast, longer though I wish it would last.

Now like time so quick, away you’ve flown. Last week and weeks ahead are mine alone.

Where once time ran swiftly away, now each day’s a week, each hour’s a day.