Reverse Technology
The digital camera has revolutionised photography in as much as we can now take as many photos as we want, view them instantly on screen and then completely lose them in the depths of our computer hard drive.
When I was younger, my mum would occasionally the family treasure chest of photos. This was a large tin box crammed with black and white and colour snaps, some recent and some dating back to the 19th century. This was our family.
Missing Inaction
It isn’t like me to go without posting for so long, but we had an exhausting, sleep-deprived week last week that had me otherwise occupied.
The problem was the course work that my daughter had to complete over the Christmas holiday for the first part of her TEFL degree. It was an enormous task.
Gridding His Loins
Our dog, Jack, is around 13 years old which means he’s getting on a bit. The trouble is, he doesn’t know it, despite his eyesight not being quite what it was.
It was such a lovely day yesterday that Mrs P took him out for a walk, from Broadbottom up to Coombes Edge where you get an impressive 360° views across the Cheshire and Derbyshire landscape.
Haberdashery
We risked the Christmas shopping crowds yesterday to take a trip into Stockport to buy a few gifts.
Actually, it isn’t the queues at the tills that are the problem in our nearest town — we didn’t have to wait more than a few minutes to be served — but finding a place to park your car can be a nightmare at this time of year.
Seven Little Girls
Continuing my trip down memory lane that I started yesterday, here is another song from the Christmas pantomimes of my youth.
This one may have been in 1959 when Paul Evans got to number 25 in the UK singles charts with Seven Little Girls Sitting in the Back Seat.
There’s a Hole in my Bucket
A combination of things got me coming over all nostalgic yesterday. I was in the garage to get out the Christmas tree and decorations when I noticed there was a puddle of water on the shelf.
The roof developed a leak a few weeks ago and not been very keen or adept at DIY, my solution was to put a bucket beneath to catch the drips.
Bobotie
One of the endearing things we discovered about South Africa was that many shops and businesses closed on Sunday. Indeed, you cannot buy alcohol from the supermarkets of Cape Town on Sunday or after 5pm on Saturday.
But it can be aggravating if you’ve been travelling all day and then arrive in a town, tired and hungry, to find that it has shut up shop for the night.
Winged Cupid Painted Blind
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
I’m not entirely sure what Shakespeare meant by that line in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but I always turn to the bard when smitten, as I was last night.
I was at Chadkirk Dog Training Club to take some photos for their website when our eyes met across the matted floor. And her name is Pati.
Sorry
There are times when we all act rashly and say and do things we regret and only a public apology will do. So here goes.
I’d like to say sorry to this man in India who keeps calling me. I apologise for my rudeness in putting down the phone before you’ve said no more than, “Hello Mr Rodez.”
Clocking Off
I haven’t been in the best of moods for a few days. I started with the sniffles and sneezing of a cold on Friday and by yesterday I was feeling particularly sorry for myself.
I think it may have had something to do with the weather. A cold always feels that much worse when it is raining and the wind is blowing.
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