Clare proves she is the person around the house to ask when anything resembling manual labour is required. Cooking? That’s usually me.
Quite like the focus and depth of field on this shot, better than usual but achieved by doing nothing more than having a camera with a better lens, as of Tuesday morning. This is the first shot where there is a noticeable difference.
On the way back from Bricktastic yesterday Clare made what I’m sure she will agree was a rather poor attempt at negotiating a particular kerb in Manchester, and as a result spent the day in this position, more-or-less. I did my best to nurse. I’m not very good at it (my sister got the nursing allocation in my family, believe me) but today was our 19th wedding anniversary, so I owe more than a few by now.
Saturday morning…. but still Friday night, in practical terms. Clare makes her way back from the party through the streets of Walthamstow. Two notable things about this picture, if we’re being statistically geeky about it: the first time London has made it onto this blog five days in a row; and the latest ‘true night’ shot, in other words, the end of an evening out, beating the previous record holder by five minutes.
The film we saw took ninety minutes out of my life that I’m never getting back, but at least the exit provided an opportunity for a picture that doesn’t depict more snow (though the weather does explain the yellow warning sign, because of course we need telling that winter may have made the steps wet). This aside, the red of the coat and of the old ticket booth in the background make a pleasing contrast.
Off school thanks to the continuing dreadful weather, Joe recreates his cancelled Food Tech class for our dinner tonight. Clare helps by holding the pan but otherwise the meal was his.
I like this pic: I like the various minuscule little details about our kitchen that you guys normally never see. The penguin calendar. The levitating compost bin. The mysterious letter ‘S’.
Clare digs into her purse to find evidence of the various discounts she is entitled to at the Hebden Bridge Picture House. And the movie? As you can see by looking closely at the board behind, it was the very brilliant Monty Python’s Life of Brian, as funny a 90 minutes as was ever shown on a cinema screen. There are many worse ways to spend a late Saturday afternoon.
Seeing as I didn’t manage to put one of the wife up for her birthday on Thursday here is one to compensate. Clare inspects her new treatment room down in town, let’s wish her luck for a successful venture…
Exciting times in the household as the jigsaw map of Brighton that was a Christmas present is finally finished five months later. With all three of us present to witness this stellar event, you can tell it’s the half-term holiday. Life doesn’t get more uneventful than this.
The wife…. and a small square thing in the wall. Looking good after a day working at the Hebden Bridge burlesque festival which is in town this weekend. Well, she’s looking good, not sure about the small square thing.
It’s nice to travel, but it’s also nice to come home. So the family can feature on the blog for the first time for a while (as a duo, anyway). Not much is going to happen in the next few days, and it doesn’t look like we can expect the sun out, so I foresee more of this kind of thing.
