Friday 28th October 2016, 3.55pm (day 1,891)
“Hey baby. You’re cute. Wanna come see inside my shell?”
“Actually I’m more interested in how we both ended up six feet up a stone wall…”
The snails get intimate
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Category Archives: Daily Post
After the party, the meeting
Thursday 27th October 2016, 3.05pm (day 1,890)
Took my bad post-party head into a day of teaching and meetings and it really was quite as exciting as this shot reflects. Clare has been trying to deconstruct this photo as I put together this post and seems to think this is about death and life juxtaposed, or something. So who am I to argue?
Clare’s 40th birthday partty
Wednesday 26th October 2016, 9.40pm (day 1,889)
A very happy birthday to the wife, born 26/10/1976 and thus forty years old TODAY. And how can one fail to go for someone with such attention to their make-up. Hun…. love you loads and may there be many more of these.
Joe at a crossroads
Tuesday 25th October 2016, 2.25pm (day 1,888)
It’s half-term, so school is closed, and with Clare at university today it fell to me to entertain the Boy. By a few miles into the walk I chose he was probably regretting this, but too late. Still, even he agreed it was better than sitting in school.
(nearly) Empty breakfast room
Monday 24th October 2016, 8.20am (day 1,887)
On Sunday morning this room was full, but clearly Clare and I were the only people who felt like extending their stay at the Arundel Park hotel into Monday morning. What the hell, it’s been an excellent weekend.
Arundel Castle walls
Sunday 23rd October 2016, 10.45am (day 1,886)
Arundel Castle in Sussex dates from the 12th century, and is a great study in just how much power and privilege remains on this smallish island off the coast of Europe. The castle walls are monstrously immense. This place is like Gormenghast, a vast fortress rising above a small town above, but otherwise relatively isolated, ruling over a huge swathe of countryside. Most countries got rid of their aristocracies a hundred or so years ago, of course, but we in England haven’t got round to it yet, so this place is still lived in — the home of the 18th Duke of Norfolk.
Balcony, Hotel Pelirocco
Saturday 22nd October 2016, 11.45am (day 1,885)
On a gloriously sunny Saturday, there are many worse places to be than by the seaside in Brighton, believe me.
Chequers pub, Brighton
Friday 21st October 2016, 10.35pm (day 1,884)
It’s Clare’s birthday on Wednesday, one of those significant ones — or rather, one that we culturally choose to assign significance to because it has a zero at the end. Anyway, the celebrations are taking place in various locations over the next few days and start this weekend with her & I going down to Brighton, where this shot is taken. It’s a mess I know, but so are most things by 10.35pm on a Friday night out; the time makes this the latest shot on the blog since June 2015.
