Wednesday 25th December 2013, 1.50pm (day 853)
*Burp*. And I cooked, too. Happy Christmas to one and all of you.
*Burp*. And I cooked, too. Happy Christmas to one and all of you.
These are the hardest of all days to document. I was in all day, did not leave the house for a moment, and it’s December — the least sunny month in the UK, in both senses. It rained all day, the light was grey and very dull. And I’ve been doing this for 840 days now, there are only so many bits of my house left to document. So here is a recent arrival — a cute Russian doll nativity scene, bought by the wife last weekend in the antiques centre. There’s three wise men, the shepherd, mother & child etc. Well, it is nearly Xmas.
A day working at home, which I haven’t done for a while. By this time in the year the morning sun is too low to get above the hillside behind, and the house will only see afternoon sunlight until February. There’s a reason all our living rooms are on one side of the building: the bathroom, like the kitchen, is on the dark side of the house.
This is one of those places that is either totally empty or heaving with people. Better this way, I think. A study in colour and form from the University Place building on campus.
Second evening in a row at the pub – naughty, naughty. A birthday celebration for our friend Steve, these are the remnants of his very nice birthday cake going up in smoke. Yes, we could have recycled. But it’s cold out.
Well, the ceiling of the terminal building anyway. The plane’s a model, in case you were wondering. Back home after four enjoyable days in Russia.
Made no greater excursion into the outside world than yesterday, and the weather was worse too, with this being perhaps the darkest and gloomiest day I’ve experienced since January. Racking off the blackberry wine was about the most interesting thing that was seen in the day. Ahhh, alcohol. It’s all just the excretions of yeast, you know. Fungus poo, in other words.
The refurbishment continues of the building recently named as one of the 10 worst railway stations in Britain. A mundane shot to mark a day with a good number. As well as being day 777 of the blog it is also 22 years to the day since I moved to Yorkshire.