Tuesday 19th January 2016, 7.55pm (day 1,608)
As the title of the post states — here are the two of them at the new Star Wars movie. Now, I have no intention of offering any spoilers… but who knows, perhaps there are none to offer.
As the title of the post states — here are the two of them at the new Star Wars movie. Now, I have no intention of offering any spoilers… but who knows, perhaps there are none to offer.
Seems an awful long time since Joe was at school, but he returns tomorrow, which therefore also marks the resumption of Clare’s school-related job duties. So today was the last day of anything resembling a ‘summer holiday’ for either of them. They mourned its passing by knocking hell out of each other at Warhammer. Clare won convincingly, so I heard.
Why Stevie Wonder? No idea. Why not? More of a wonder was finding a cash machine in Hebden Bridge with cash still in it, at the fag-end of a three-day Bank Holiday weekend.
Walking home after a barbecue at a friend’s house. I like this photo partly because of the way the sunset light has caught the clouds of insects accompanying us on our journey, but also because when Clare saw this on the camera she went “bloody hell, he’s as tall as I am”. Which is true, now she comes to mention it.
The Handmade Parade is probably Hebden Bridge’s best annual photo-opportunity, explaining why it’s appeared in 2012, 2013 and 2014, and will again next Sunday. But, for the first time, here’s a capture of the preparations, with me not bothered this year that I know what Clare and Joe’s costume will be in advance. I love the chaos of this shot; imagine all the parade squashed up inside a single building, and there you have it.
Whether inspired by me or not, Clare now has a photo blog of her own where she intends to post a photo of a Lego figure every day for a year. Our paths were bound to coincide at some point. Took 30 days.
It snowed again. A lot. Enough to make it kind of enjoyable, and that’s why I like this picture — the look of pleasure on Clare’s face. OK, let’s self-criticse about the tree growing out of her shoulder, but hey.
My family. No further comment necessary.
Tour de France tomorrow.
I knew you wouldn’t make it all the way down the road in those heels, dear. Anyway, even if the exact date is tomorrow — happy wedding anniversary, hun. My, 15 years… as long as Basil and Sybil Fawlty 🙂