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.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
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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.
Clare at breakfast
Sunday 27th October 2013, 9.15am (day 794)
We had gone out last night to celebrate Clare’s birthday and stayed over in Leeds. I was inspired by great light in the hotel breakfast room but C. did the ‘no pictures!’ thing, perhaps not feeling as if she was looking at her best after the night before.
Friday night out
Friday 4th October 2013, 9.20pm (day 771)
Posted to prove I do occasionally have a Friday night out, with sexy companionship.
Clare at her… our photo shoot
Friday 6th September 2013, 1.05pm (day 743)
Returning from my week working away was encouraged by the chance to join Clare at her photo shoot at Alt.studios in Manchester. I should in fact call it ‘our’ shoot because I also had my first experience of being in front of a professionally-wielded camera. Whether you get to see the results or not depends on how well I know you.
Watching Morecambe v Newcastle
Wednesday 28th August 2013, 8.50pm (day 734)
Our Clare can occasionally be aroused by football, which is why Morecambe FC (currently of League Two) have featured more than once on the blog in the past. There she is in her MFC kit watching them lose — undeservedly I would add — to the supposedly far superior Newcastle United in tonight’s televised match.
That’s an illusion going on with Joe by the way. He’s not really got a pint of beer in front of him with a straw in it.
Clare and Joe at Crowborough station
Saturday 27th July 2013, 12.35pm (day 702)
And so, after one more morning of definite, but rather vague and low-level, looking back — it’s probably some mid-life crisis or something — we all left my old stamping ground for points more northern and, to tell the honest truth, far more interesting. It’s been nice to go back, confirm the continuing existence of places remembered, but there’s no need to come back again.
Being 42 