Thursday 8th February 2018, 4.50pm (day 2,359)
And how do you know it is a dentist’s waiting room? From the pencil pot shaped like a molar, of course. Quite upstages the fish in the background.
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On a Sunday afternoon walk
Sunday 28th January 2018, 3.45pm (day 2,348)
“Come on a walk, they said. Lots of balls and squirrels to chase, they said. Hmmph. This don’t match my idea of fun. There aren’t even any crisps to eat.”
Doug makes a connection
Sunday 21st January 2018, 3.25pm (day 2,341)
I’m still not particularly well, and despite a tolerable interlude yesterday the weather basically continues very crappy: ‘Outside’ at the moment is a euphemism for ‘Being sprayed with icy precipitation in a variety of forms’. So, more board games then. And a visit from Doug, who thereby makes — in part — his third appearance on the blog.
In a coma
Friday 19th January 2018, 5.50pm (day 2,339)
Today was a total write-off in every sense, thanks to the norovirus. If you’ve never had it, all I can say is, lucky you. I roused myself from coma only to take a photo and prevent this blog grinding to a halt after 2,338 days.
(The DVD? LCD Soundsystem’s live recording, Shut Up and Play the Hits.)
Trades Club, Friday night
Friday 12th January 2018, 9.50pm (day 2,332)
Planet Glitterball oversees the fun and frolics at the Friday night disco in the Trades Club. I remember going out. Not necessarily coming home, but that’s a story for Saturday morning. Perhaps.
Taken out for lunch
Wednesday 10th January 2018, 1.30pm (day 2,330)
I confidently predict January 2018 will play itself out without a great deal happening in any way. Being taken out for lunch (by the wife) was the main event of the day…
Thesis
Thursday 4th January 2018, 2.15pm (day 2,324)
With the whole of 2018 so far having been afflicted with grim, grey weather, there has been little motivation to go out in it; in fact in the last three days I’ve only left the house once, for about two hours last night. There’s work to be done, I might as well get on with it. It doesn’t make for gripping photography, I realise that, but I’ll do my best.
Low-key N.Y.E. (card game)
Sunday 31st December 2017, 9.40pm (day 2,320)
New Year’s Eve was celebrated in the household, but it’s been a while since I could really raise it to go out on this date, and all the associated hassle. Beer in the pub then back for some gaming that kept us up, just about, until the bells. Happy New Year to you all.
My favourite photo of 2017? I think the one of Tromsø on June 19th; three visits there this year and it was definitely the travel discovery of 2017, Japan notwithstanding. I actually had a lot of decent weather on my visits to northern Norway but the shot on that June day was taken in a foul rainstorm, with snow in the background, and looking naturally monochrome even though this was one where I didn’t mess with the colours. It’s sort of how I picture Murmansk as looking. Anyway — onward, into 2018. It’s not going to be a year of change for me, but we’ll get through it I’m sure.
….and so is the Railway
Tuesday 26th December 2017, 3.20pm (day 2,315)
Oh dear, pubs two days in a row. Well, it is Christmas. I need a break. An apposite way of recalling that this place, along with the rest of Hebden Bridge town centre, was under six feet of water two years ago today: this year’s was a rather less eventful Boxing Day, fortunately.
The tension mounts
Sunday 24th December 2017, 1.55pm (day 2,313)
Christmas Eve games at the parents’. Brother-in-law Pete makes what may or may not have been a crucial move. Look at the lean…
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