Tuesday, October 30
BTW - this isn't the Traves coat of arms, you can find that here.
As The Boy has commented, it's a horrible time of year, and we have had some bad news of late. In the spirit of following my own advice - here a few little things that have been pleasing me lately. Feel free to add some of your own.
- I've planted lots of bulbs, it's going to be lovely in the Spring
- My Christmas cake is baked, and ready to be 'fed' under the stairs
- The inclement weather means that I'm wearing my boot collection, most of which have heels, and I can tower of my colleagues
- My sister's birthday, my Uncle John's birthday, the Welshman's birthday, Cari's birthday, my birthday, Fr Rattue's birthday, Dr Bones' birthday, my brother's birthday and my name-day are all coming up
- It's a new academic year, which means it's a new business year at work, and so there are lots of new projects coming up
- Lorna is cracking on with my portrait
- The Archers is now available as a podcast
- A kind friend picked up some Assam tea for me from Cardrews yesterday. After a week drinking Earl Grey I was in sore need of it. I'll drink any old tea (well not quite ANY OLD Lorna) when I'm out, but when I'm home 'proper' tea is important to my wellbeing
- I’ve picked up a pile of books from a colleague at work for next to nothing
- Vince Cable has shown some backbone by refusing to meet King Faud
Saturday, October 27
Wednesday, October 17
It was led me to thinking about other advice I've been given...that works...
From my Mother:
- Never trust a dog with ginger eyebrows
- Never trust a man who wears a cravat (Jimmy Muir proves the rule!)
- Never agree to date a man you've only ever seen in black tie
From my Grandpa
- There's always time for a cup of tea
- Scrimp on the food but never on the wine
- Cheap shoes are a false economy
And my advice to you
- Never leave a hamster with your contact lenses
Tuesday, October 16
Sunday, October 14
Peter and his staff (especially the laconic Felipe in the bar) made us feel really welcome. The chocolate, toffees and little ladybird massage thing were all nice touches, but sybarite that I am I think I'll recall 'The Cheese Experience' for some time to come.
Saturday, October 13
Tuesday, October 9
I was rather taken with the figurehead on HMS Gannet...(esp. the feet)
As you'd expect on such a beautiful day the place was packed with toddlers (falling around like human skittles, as The Boy said) and photographers. If you want to see what the latter got up to, Kew have put up a special online gallery.
It was great to see the kids play with the sculptures and just enjoy them. I misread the signs and thought that you weren't supposed to touch the sculptures. In fact, you weren't supposed to climb on them, touching was OK. I'm a bit miffed as I'd have loved to run my hands over them.
Monday, October 8
Monday, October 1
No, my big bro Jerry and his long suffering spouse Sarah are due to have a visit from the stork in March. Their daughter Rachel is 'rather good for a first attempt' (as an Oz pal of theirs told them), so I'm looking forward to another babe to buy noisy toys for (and teach him/her/it* his/her/its* catechism etc. etc.)
And here is a pic of said first attempt when she was quite mini, along with the sainted spouse.
* attempt to avoid i) ugly use of inclusive plural ** ii) sexist male singular
** yes this was subbed by Adam 'I am always an editor, it is my nature' Lawrence
OK - everyone who moves into Eynsham has to learn to live with the delays that the toll bridge causes. We've all written to our MP (nowadays the fragrant David Cameron); signed the petition; raised a prayer of thanks that the pensioner with the sharp nails no longer collects tolls; and contemplated sharpening our 5ps.
This morning I was in a beatific mood. The sun was shining, the birds were coughing - I even languidly waved through someone who cut me up. Then I saw THE SIGN...it stated:
Help reduce queues - have 5p ready!
The red mist descended! Help reduce queues, stop collecting the sodding tolls! I don't care about the money , I lose 40 minutes of my life every day nudging to get over this anachronistic relic. As a life long republican it adds insult to injury that the bridge was built to suck up to a monach!