The last week or so has be rather busy again, so I’ve not had a chance to think about writing decent posts here. Hopefully the coming week will be a bit saner, although there is a bundle of things happening again after that.

Anyway I promised my answers to the Five Questions I posed almost two weeks ago.

Question 1. Please describe yourself in 25 words or less.

There are two ways to do this: in 25 words of descriptive text or as a series of keywords. I can’t do the former as there is just too much I want to get in, so it will have to be a series of keywords. Try these for size:

Londoner; working thinker; retired; catalyst; facilitator; controversialist; former research chemist; scientist; photographer; organiser; project manager; ailurophile; ichthyophile; grey; meganedanshi; foodie; beer-drinker; obese; intelligent; idiot.

So what about you?

Yesterday we were in Norwich for the funeral of a close friend of my parents. Well we didn’t actually go to the cremation, which was earlier than we could get there, but to the following memorial service. The service was low-key and humanist, which is what Brian would have wanted, and held at Colney Wood Burial Park — a woodland burial site on the outskirts of Norwich near the university. This is where my father is buried, and it was apparently his funeral which made Brian think this was what he too wanted.

Even on a cold winter’s day, with some snow still on the ground, the wood is a delightful place full of pine and beech trees. Imagine how delightful it is on a lovely Spring day when the bluebells are at their best! The park is sympathetically managed as a native woodland; the only rules being that one is not allowed to put up memorial markers of anything other than native wood and a small size, only unwrapped cut-flowers, and no planting of anything which isn’t native. All the woodland paths are natural and there is an absolute minimum of brick and concrete (essentially just the footings of the buildings). I always think the three, rather apical, wooden buildings, set discretely amongst the trees, are very American Indian — they’re almost like a small huddle of wigwams, which is quite in keeping with the quiet, gentle ethos of the place. (I must try to photograph them when next we’re there.)

This is so much nicer a place to be buried than in the average cemetery. It’s a shame there aren’t more such. Every town really should have one.

One humorous (well to me anyway) thing I noticed as we drove in the gate yesterday was this notice.

My father, whose grave is not 100m away, must be gentry revolving.

A sad day, but such a delightful place.

So I’ve spent over a year (actually 60 weeks) documenting each week five things for which I was grateful, or which made me happy, that week. And at last I’ve gotten round to documenting the findings. So what did I learn? What difference did it make?

Conclusion: Frankly, it’s a Load of Sprats
First let’s summarise the 300 observations made during the experiment.
[Yes, sorry Sue, I’m going to be an anally boring scientist again!]

Results
I’ve broken the observations into 10 broad categories as best I can.

(a) Includes such as natural history, photography, the garden, family history …
(b) Includes photographs of sunrises and sunsets as well as “sunshine”
Observations

1. Should we be surprised at the dominance of food and drink (and that was overwhelmingly food, by the way)? Given everything else about me, probably we shouldn’t. Worrying perhaps, but hardly surprising. No wonder I’m the size I am.
2. What did surprise me was the high score for hobbies. In retrospect I shouldn’t be surprised given the amount I watch what goes on in the garden etc. and the number of flowers I seem to photograph.
3. I was also surprised at the amount I seem to notice and care about the weather, and not just the fact that because I have a tendency to SAD I like the sunshine.
4. There seems to be confirmation that we’ve never been a close family nor do we do grand celebrations. And I guess this also confirms that I don’t have a wide circle of close friends and that I don’t get out enough. Well who would have guessed?
5. One thing I have been doing for a couple of years now, partly aligned to the hypnotherapy, is keeping a very qualitative track of my mood — on a rough scale of -3 to +3 (0 is OK, -3 the depths of depression and +3 totally manic). Over the period of the experiment the 365-day rolling average score has risen from 0.28 to 0.56. Well at least it’s going in the right direction, and I wouldn’t expect that average to get above 1 unless I’m permanently manic. And that ain’t ever likely to happen. I would expect to stabilise at about 0.75 to 0.8 — there will always be ups and downs, one just hopes for a preponderance of ups.
6. Also over the time period of the experiment I have seen a small decease in my weight and by fasting blood glucose level. Not enough of either and hardly statistically significant, but again at least in the right direction.

Conclusions
How much of this is attributable to the experiment? Well who knows? There are just too many variables and too few hard measurements. This in itself was perfectly predictable, and even predicted.

What does this tell me that I didn’t know or couldn’t have guessed? Frankly bugger all!

That doesn’t mean it wasn’t interesting, and sometimes a challenge, to do. But beyond that I doubt it says anything very useful at all. But that’s the nature of experiments!

So yes, in summary, it’s a load of sprats!