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An excellent book on WordPress

Create your own site using WordPress in a weekend by Alannah moore
Create your own website using WordPress in a weekend by Alannah Moore

I borrowed several books from Charing Cross library on WordPress but this book by Alannah Moore  is definitely the best.

I usually use the sticky tags shown on the right of the image but they had fallen down behind my desk  so I had to use the butterflies instead. You can see just how many pages I’ve marked and I’ve already removed some from the first part of the book.

Well done Alannah Moore and her publisher ILEX press. Liked  their books on blogging too.

 

 

The National Portrait Gallery – Another great London museum

The National Portrait Gallery Trafalgar Square
The National Portrait Gallery  Founded 1896

Two fabulous exhibitions at the National Portrait Gallery BP Portrait Award 2015 and Audrey Hepburn – Portraits of an Icon

I’m always surprised to find that the vast majority of entries for the BP competition are so representational and not very innovative  – but perhaps there’s something in the rules about that.

Besides the special exhibitions there are over 200,000 portraits in various media from the 16th century to the 21st.  And it’s free – though they do ask for a donation to this very worthy cause.

Summer resolution

My first school photo aged 5
My first school photo aged 5

My latest resolution – after a bit of a struggle migrating from WordPress.com to WordPress.org and a lot of help from TSOHOST – is to write posts more regularly and to include more excerpts from my memoir Woman in a White Coat

Extract from my memoir Woman in  a White Coat

Thursday October 8th 1931 was not an auspicious day to be born. The mild sunny weather of September and early October had turned cold and wet. The Great Depression was at its worst, and my father had been laid off from his work as a journeyman printer. He tried to get temporary work in the docks, but he was turned away. He had to take work where he could, some of the time as a road sweeper.

My mother told me she wept for days after I was born. I wasn’t a boy who would carry on the family name and say Kadesh, the prayer for the dead, over their coffins. Who needed a third daughter?

My sisters, Hannah and Rebecca, cried when my mother brought me home from the Jewish Maternity Hospital in Whitechapel. I wasn’t the brother they had been looking forward to and I had a nasty rash on my face.

‘She’s ugly,’ Hannah said. ‘Take her back.’

From Chapter 4 of my memoir Woman in a White Coat