Tuesday 1st July 2014, 6.30pm (day 1,041)
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 🙂
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Tag Archives: Clare
Clare, writing
Saturday 7th June 2014, 5.20pm (day 1,017)
Pictured in the Railway. I need to find variety; day 1,000 came towards the beginning of a full month of time, 31 days (16th May – 15th June) where I will only have one photo outside Hebden Bridge and Manchester, on 29th May. Motivation to keep this blog going comes from the different places I visit, but I also like finding the different shots from familiar territory as well.
Clare and Mike in the ‘Old Gate’ pub
Thursday 17th April 2014, 6.20pm (day 966)
Mike is one of the old Leeds university posse — as indeed is Clare, whom I met while we were both studying there in 1996. He and others (not pictured: Sarah, Iain, Angela…) met up for a pint or three in Hebden Bridge this evening, the sort of thing that you always say you should do more often, but somehow don’t.
This man’s cooked on TV you know — I am envious!
Late dinner (but still light)
Sunday 30th March 2014, 7.30pm (day 948)
No real chance for much more than a domestic scene today. The notable thing about this one was that as the clocks went forward last night, it was still light at 7.30 this evening. The world turns…
Clare, packing
Saturday 8th March 2014, 12.40pm (day 926)
I did virtually nothing today. The pic encapsulates my indolence (those are my feet on lower left) and Clare’s industry, as she packs for her night away performing. Packing in this instance is a matter of pressure and counter-pressure.
Clare at Victoria station
Friday 7th February 2014, 1.50pm (day 897)
Gosh, I made it into Manchester. But because this was a potentially traumatic experience, the wife came with me, and we didn’t stay for all that long.
Clare and Joe in Argos
Sunday 26th January 2014, 1.00pm (day 885)
Not that I typically do this retail therapy crap. But sometimes, needs must. Joe tries to make out he’s taking an interest.
Last day of school
Friday 20th December 2013,3.05pm (day 848)
Clare awaits the emergence of our son, which like all things he has done his whole life, will happen in its own sweet time. One way or another, two weeks off for the lot of us.
Solving Sudoku
Sunday 24th November 2013, 3.55pm (day 822)
Never seen the point of this particular puzzle myself — but Clare likes it and it’s good brain-exercise for the Boy. Sunday afternoon in the pub: a relaxing weekend comes to a close.
Clare in her Halloween costume
Thursday 31st October 2013, 8.50pm (day 798)
Halloween is, of course, an over-commercial, Americanised piece of tosh, a festival of tat that in the UK risks supplanting our own home-grown folk festival at this time of year, the 5th November, Bonfire Night (and there will not be a celebration of that in Hebden Bridge this year due to ‘health and safety concerns’ — within my lifetime we may lose this event).
But none of that seemed to stop me attending a Halloween party tonight. Well, wouldn’t you, if this were your companion.
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