A Sporting First

We were at Mattias and Linda’s this afternoon, for their BBQ and Basketball party. I was less than enthusiastic about playing a sport I had managed to avoid for 39 years of my life, but when I actually got on the court I found myself really enjoying it.

Both Jo and I put forward the idea of having a weekly game. It’s a great way to socialise, and a much better way of getting fit than going to the gym or running. I’m not sure just how the others took our proposition, but I felt they were less bitten by the thought than we were.

Friends Reunited

The end of my summer holidays is looming closer, and I haven’t written a thing that has happened over the last one and a half months. There is so much to write about I don’t think I’ll be able to work through the backlog with enough time to do the whole period justice, so I’ll just summarize a few of the more interesting happenings over the next few entries.

Meanwhile, Jo and I have recently succumbed to the social networking site that is Facebook. It was only a matter of time before we signed up to one the various social networks out there, and it was an invitation from Ralph that got us hooked. And we are hooked.

Thanks to Facebook I have finally found two people with whom I had lost contact: my best friend at secondary school, Mike, and his brother, Adrian. As well as spending many evenings roaming the local area with Mike, we all lived and worked together in 1987, at their parents’ then recently purchased pub in Shropshire.

It just remains to catch up with them and the other long-lost acquaintances I have found through the site. This, in itself, is quite a feat, considering the gap of between ten and twenty years history we need to exchange.

Freya’s Good Taste

I’m so pleased that Freya has a special friendship with Jack. Not only is it wonderful for our daughter to be one with another child, but it has also led to our socialising with Jack’s parents, Mark and Sara.

It has been a very long time since I have found others with whom I can truly relax, the conversation never appears forced, and I never feel an awkwardness in the (few) moments of silence.

Within the past few weeks we have got together a number of times, and I feel like our relationship could develop into a strong friendship. And it only took Freya to show me the possibility.

The Cow Is Not Sacred In My Eyes

One of the media’s favourite subjects of late has been the threat of greenhouse gases that currently plagues us. It seems that every week a new report is released, the findings of which paint a more worrying scenario than the previous weeks’.

I believe veganism to be the best of diets from a health/animal-rights/environmental standpoint, and have never really had much concern about its effectiveness. An uncertainty has been creeping in recently, with concerns about just how green it is to transport soya beans from America (even organic), compared to cattle-farming in Sweden. Many products may give the impression of a more compassionate way of eating, but look past the actual product itself and there may be a whole process of unsound methods in the production and transportation before it arrives innocently on the shelves of the supermarkets.

Yesterday I read some interesting articles in a recent issue of Naturskyddsförening‘s magazine, including figures about the amount of greenhouse gases that are created in the production of different foodstuffs. This takes into account my above thoughts about the hidden environmental costs, and makes for an interesting read (the figure next to each product is the amount of kilograms of greenhouse gases that are created to produce 1kg of each item):

prawns – 18kg
beef steak – 12.6kg
hard cheese – 10kg
cod – 8.4kg
lamb steak – 6.4kg
iceberg salad – 5.5kg ¤
tomatoes – 5.5kg ¤
ham/bacon – 3.6kg
chicken – 2.9kg
carrots – 0.2kg

¤ grown in greenhouses

A recent report by the FAO claims that 30% of the world’s land surface is used for the production of livestock (contributing 18% of the total CO2 emissions, more than transport).

Meat consumption in Sweden has rocketed the last 30 years, and Swedes purportedly drink most milk in the world (114 litres per person per year). We in Sweden spend an average of 15% of our income on food and drink. Unsurprisingly, meat and dairy products account for a large proportion of this:

meat – 17%
alcohol – 16%
dairy products – 14%
flour products – 12%
vegetables – 9%
misc drinks – 8%
confectionery – 8%
fruit – 7%
fish – 5%
salt/spices – 3%
fat – 2%

It requires minimal analysing skills to see our role in this problem. Even if these figures are loosely based on reality we must start to take personal responsibility for a favourable outcome of the situation. Small, insignificant steps made by the masses become meaningful, and I just hope there is a nascent sub/conscious revolution going on in the heads of the general population. The media has a role to play in this, a role that must become more than a fad, until we realise what we are doing and make drastic changes.

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The Future Looks Bright(er)

I found out today which classes I’ll be having next term, and, providing nothing changes, I’m rather happy.

Not only have my worries about not having the two class 4’s (next term’s 5’s) been assuaged, but I’ll also have the pleasure of getting back class 6.

The bi-product of these changes means only having time for 1 hebdomadal lesson with the 6-year olds. Whilst I have nothing against the younger children, I find the older pupils easier to communicate with, as they understand why they and I are there.

I never understood why I did not have English with class 5 this year. At the end of the fifth year all children in Sweden must sit a national test. To change teachers the very year they are to take their exams seems less than courteous, so I am anticipating smiles and hugs (at least from my side) when we start again in August.