Wednesday, 16 September 2009
The councillors approved the demolition. The whole thing stank! The official who presented the case to the councillors completely dismissed and missrepresented all the objections to the demolition. He pretty much said that it was a bunch of academics networking through the internet, not even mentioning a strong objection letter from the Victorian society. Thinking about what we can do next...
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Save our Victorian heritage!!!!
I really was hoping to blog every day when I started, but in case children, work, housework weren’t enough, husband and I have been very busy trying to stop a large building in our neighbourhood (which is a conservation area) from being demolished and substituted for a mock Victorian pastiche with lots of small flats. I am writing just before a council meeting that is a last chance for the building and where a vote will be taken. And right now, there is nothing else we can do, other than start thinking about what to do if the councillors vote for demolition.
It all started about two years ago, when the building, which had not been cherished by its owners and was beginning to look a bit shabby, was sold to a developer who applied for planning permission to demolish it and build lots of flats instead and a couple of houses in the garden. The council turned down the proposal and most of us thought that would be the end of the matter. But then, in March this year the developers presented a new set of plans that the council officials had helped shape. And this, inexplicably, was approved, with six councillors voting against and eight in favour. But it turns out that all they approved were the new plans, not the demolition of a building in a conservation area. My husband spotted that and wrote a letter that has forced the council to take a new vote…
But the council has not told any of the local residents about this new vote, but thanks to husband and other committed people we’ve been gathering evidence of local opposition to the plans, as well as a letter from the Victorian Society that completely rubbishes the scheme… now we wish we had started the campaign earlier and had been more organised about it, but we never really set out to run this as a campaign, it was just a series of spontaneous acts motivated by outrage. We did leaflet the local neighbourhood this weekend and that alone generated at least twenty letters of objection, if we’d done this at a bigger scale, or a bit earlier maybe we would have had more letters.
Fingers crossed...
It all started about two years ago, when the building, which had not been cherished by its owners and was beginning to look a bit shabby, was sold to a developer who applied for planning permission to demolish it and build lots of flats instead and a couple of houses in the garden. The council turned down the proposal and most of us thought that would be the end of the matter. But then, in March this year the developers presented a new set of plans that the council officials had helped shape. And this, inexplicably, was approved, with six councillors voting against and eight in favour. But it turns out that all they approved were the new plans, not the demolition of a building in a conservation area. My husband spotted that and wrote a letter that has forced the council to take a new vote…
But the council has not told any of the local residents about this new vote, but thanks to husband and other committed people we’ve been gathering evidence of local opposition to the plans, as well as a letter from the Victorian Society that completely rubbishes the scheme… now we wish we had started the campaign earlier and had been more organised about it, but we never really set out to run this as a campaign, it was just a series of spontaneous acts motivated by outrage. We did leaflet the local neighbourhood this weekend and that alone generated at least twenty letters of objection, if we’d done this at a bigger scale, or a bit earlier maybe we would have had more letters.
Fingers crossed...
Saturday, 5 September 2009
can crying ever be "controlled"?
Trying to change Maria's routine a bit and make it more nursery friendly, and mummy friendly too, I suppose! I'm trying to get her to have her afternoon nap in her cot and not in the buggy and on the move as she's used to. It is a bit late do do this at 17 months, I suppose. And she's not very keen, crying away as I write and try not to feel too awful about it. Just been to confort her (more for my benefit than hers, I think!) and each time she takes a little break in her crying I wonder if that's it and she'll actually relax and go to sleep... but no, so far. And it is so tempting to give in, take her out of the cot and put her in the buggy for a walk around the bloc!
Ok, resist, Alba, don't give in...
This morning she really made me laugh, I made pancakes for breakfast and everyone was enjoying them until someone called them "pancakes" and she started to say "cake"?, full of hope... I must remember to call them "crepes" next time.
And as I finished the sentence above, silence! She's gone! So off to do some baking as husband and Daniel are out!!!! Or some sleeping? Or some browsing catalogues of nice things I can't afford...? Or perhaps the washing-up...
Ok, resist, Alba, don't give in...
This morning she really made me laugh, I made pancakes for breakfast and everyone was enjoying them until someone called them "pancakes" and she started to say "cake"?, full of hope... I must remember to call them "crepes" next time.
And as I finished the sentence above, silence! She's gone! So off to do some baking as husband and Daniel are out!!!! Or some sleeping? Or some browsing catalogues of nice things I can't afford...? Or perhaps the washing-up...
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
yoghourt cake, "croquetes" and wuthering heights
Quite a long gap from first post, despite the very best intentions! It's been a good week, work ticking along and as almost everyone was on holiday so I felt quite virtous to be doing anything at all!
Watched Wuthering Heights the last couple of nights, a new adaptation on ITV1, I really don't know why anyone would even try to adapt such a book into such a short amount of screen time! It couldn't be more unsatisfying, so of course I now need to get the book and read it. I am grateful to these TV adaptations, thanks to them I have discovered Austen, Hardy, Thackeray... we didn't do them at school back home (there is a great deal of Catalan and Spanish literature to get through, you know?).
Last week and this week the nursery serves no lunches so I've been doing lunch packs for Daniel and Maria, an excuse to do lots and lots of chicken "croquetes"... I use the HF-W recipy but add very finely chopped red-peppers and aubergine to the onions to up the vegetable contents... as it's quite a struggle getting vegetables into Maria at the moment, she's learned to seal her lips, take off the bib and shout "get down" whenever anything she considers undesirable is offered! Luckily she is completely mad about summer fruit, can't have enough blueberries and raspberries.
And as part of my attempts to fatten the children up a bit, I rediscovered one of the most popular home baking recipes in Catalonia, the yoghourt cake. We used to make it every week with my mum and my brother... fond memories! The idea is that you use a small pot of yoghourt to measure all the ingredients.
Yoghurt cake:
1 small pot of yoghourt (I prefer Greek youghurt for this, but any natural yoghurt will be fine).
1 pot of yoghourt full of sunflower or mild olive oil
1 and half pot of yoghourt of sugar
3 eggs
3 pots full of plain flour
1 sachet baking powder (or about 15 grams)
aromatics: I use one or two teaspoons of cinnamon and the zest of a lemon, but could also use vanilla, or orange zest... can also add bits of apple...
Pre-heat the oven to 180C.
Mix all the ingredients in a bowl, stir well, pour into a good size cake tin and cook for about 35 to 45 minutes. Eat as it is, or cut in half and spread a layer of jam or lemon curd, decorate with fruit...
Watched Wuthering Heights the last couple of nights, a new adaptation on ITV1, I really don't know why anyone would even try to adapt such a book into such a short amount of screen time! It couldn't be more unsatisfying, so of course I now need to get the book and read it. I am grateful to these TV adaptations, thanks to them I have discovered Austen, Hardy, Thackeray... we didn't do them at school back home (there is a great deal of Catalan and Spanish literature to get through, you know?).
Last week and this week the nursery serves no lunches so I've been doing lunch packs for Daniel and Maria, an excuse to do lots and lots of chicken "croquetes"... I use the HF-W recipy but add very finely chopped red-peppers and aubergine to the onions to up the vegetable contents... as it's quite a struggle getting vegetables into Maria at the moment, she's learned to seal her lips, take off the bib and shout "get down" whenever anything she considers undesirable is offered! Luckily she is completely mad about summer fruit, can't have enough blueberries and raspberries.
And as part of my attempts to fatten the children up a bit, I rediscovered one of the most popular home baking recipes in Catalonia, the yoghourt cake. We used to make it every week with my mum and my brother... fond memories! The idea is that you use a small pot of yoghourt to measure all the ingredients.
Yoghurt cake:
1 small pot of yoghourt (I prefer Greek youghurt for this, but any natural yoghurt will be fine).
1 pot of yoghourt full of sunflower or mild olive oil
1 and half pot of yoghourt of sugar
3 eggs
3 pots full of plain flour
1 sachet baking powder (or about 15 grams)
aromatics: I use one or two teaspoons of cinnamon and the zest of a lemon, but could also use vanilla, or orange zest... can also add bits of apple...
Pre-heat the oven to 180C.
Mix all the ingredients in a bowl, stir well, pour into a good size cake tin and cook for about 35 to 45 minutes. Eat as it is, or cut in half and spread a layer of jam or lemon curd, decorate with fruit...
Friday, 21 August 2009
The first one
My name is Alba and I live in England by mistake (and I am a fan of Withnail too), it was never meant to be permament, I come from one of those places English people move to and features on "A Place in the Sun"... but here I am, married to an Englishman and the mother of two, Daniel (3 and 1/2) and Maria (1 and 1/2).
I am Catalan, which means that although I have a Spanish passport, my mother tongue is Catalan, but when you grow up in Catalonia you end up bilingual as Spanish language is everywhere too.
I am a working mother, but lucky that I have a very flexible job that allows me to work from home most of the week and steal moments with my children.
Someone told me how being a parent is all about guilt, and it is, guilt that I don't spend enough time with my children, guilt that I am not as dedicated to my job as I should be because I try to see my children more, because I don't pay my husband enough attention... and there is even more guilt: where I come from grannies are pretty muchy in charge of childcare and by living so far away I have deprived my mother of that role...
Trying to think how else I should introduce myself... I've said I am a Catalan working mother who feels guilty, I should really say that I feel awfully homesick too: there is so much to miss, clear skies, food, family, the landscapes... but I like England too, I like the buzz of London and the way there is always something unexpected to see, I do like English confort food (yes, when it is well made English food has nothing to be ashamed of!) and I appreciate a less judgemental society.
Enough for my first post!
I am Catalan, which means that although I have a Spanish passport, my mother tongue is Catalan, but when you grow up in Catalonia you end up bilingual as Spanish language is everywhere too.
I am a working mother, but lucky that I have a very flexible job that allows me to work from home most of the week and steal moments with my children.
Someone told me how being a parent is all about guilt, and it is, guilt that I don't spend enough time with my children, guilt that I am not as dedicated to my job as I should be because I try to see my children more, because I don't pay my husband enough attention... and there is even more guilt: where I come from grannies are pretty muchy in charge of childcare and by living so far away I have deprived my mother of that role...
Trying to think how else I should introduce myself... I've said I am a Catalan working mother who feels guilty, I should really say that I feel awfully homesick too: there is so much to miss, clear skies, food, family, the landscapes... but I like England too, I like the buzz of London and the way there is always something unexpected to see, I do like English confort food (yes, when it is well made English food has nothing to be ashamed of!) and I appreciate a less judgemental society.
Enough for my first post!
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