Tuesday 22nd December 2015, 6.30pm (day 1,580)
My boot. The pub bench (illuminated by the yellow of the sodium streetlights and the green of the traffic light just down the road). My Xmas break, 11 days off work now. Hurrah!
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Joe blows stuff up
Monday 21st December 2015, noon (day 1,579)
Joe has two weeks off school. I think it’s fair enough that he can spend the first weekday of this break lying around on his bed doing what it says on the door. One and a half more days of work for me and then I will gladly join in.
The mallard knows
Sunday 20th December 2015, 12.05pm (day 1,578)
Ducks are always good models, well-coloured and they don’t really mind people sticking cameras in their faces. Mind you, this one was turned the other way until it zipped round and had a dabble in its wing, for cleaning purposes. Looks like it’s sweeping a cape across its face — ‘The Shadow knows?’. Before your time? Before mine, for sure.
Old door
Saturday 19th December 2015, 4.20pm (day 1,577)
Second of five days in a row where I guarantee I am not going beyond the home — pub — shop axis. Time to dig into some creative corners; I’ve had my eye on this door for a while.
Pub doorstep
Friday 18th December 2015, 5.20pm (day 1,576)
Friday night in the pub – the world outside passes by, but the working week (a 6-day one for me) is over.
Kim at graduation
Thursday 17th December 2015, 3.20pm (day 1,575)
Congratulations to all my students who graduated from the class of 2015 at today’s ceremony — and indeed to all students everywhere, who work bloody hard, you know.
Shoe, St. Peter’s Square
Wednesday 16th December 2015, 9.00am (day 1,574)
Why? Why are there abandoned shoes in this world, particularly just one of them, and particularly with a heel like this, right in the middle of Manchester city centre on a Wednesday morning? Who knows, but let’s make it number 3 in this occasional series…
As good as it gets (for mid-December)
Tuesday 15th December 2015, 4.15pm (day 1,573)
Very, very far from being a satisfactory photo but it does sum up a terribly dull, grey and dark day, in which very little happened of note. Thus, the turn of the year etc etc.
Outside Bush House
Monday 14th December 2015, 10.50am (day 1,572)
So many advantages to coming down last night instead of this morning — no 5.30am alarm call, and the chance just to amble through London streets and see what came into view. The monumental Bush House belongs to the London School of Economics, but I was just passing. I love the tableau made by these guys. Is the one on the right missing out?
On the train to London
Sunday 13th December 2015, 2.30pm (day 1,571)
I have a day’s work to do down south tomorrow, and it was easier (and cheaper) to travel down this afternoon rather than getting up at 6am tomorrow morning. Though as my single-serving companion reflects, it’s still a good opportunity to grab a kip, even if one is trying to do some work on the Mac, while drinking a glass of wine (note: wine not paid for by British taxpayer).
Being 42 