Monday, 13 May 2013
Don't try this at home
A load of training courses, a major work deadline, end of year appraisals for self and 2 staff, a baby to wean, a toddler to wrestle, a flat to sell and a house (as yet undiscovered) to buy.
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
State
ARMANDO IANNUCCI , SATIRIST
"We now live in a country in which John Major is our greatest living politician."
Monday, 8 April 2013
Excitement
Yeah, so I haven't posted for a while. This is because nothing has happened (this isn't strictly true, either in the local sense (there's a trip to Herefordshire, the ISA debacle and IPSWICH ) or the global sense (impending nuclear war). However, we now have some real action on (in?) Old Market Square.
Kate has got a slow cooker, which she is in love with. I'll let her wax lyrical about this in her own time. Suffice to say the soup was lovely.
We have got a new Iron and Ironing Board Cover which I am in love with. The sheer pleasure of the glide is indescribable. It takes half the time to iron a shirt and the creases are twice as sharp. Can't think of the last consumer purchase that's made me so happy.
Don't ask me to do your ironing. But you are welcome to come over and iron chez nous.
Oh, and The Crown and Shuttle has re-opened, and is great. Lots of real ale, some gravity fed. 6 weeks ago it was a shell, now it's a great pub.
Kate has got a slow cooker, which she is in love with. I'll let her wax lyrical about this in her own time. Suffice to say the soup was lovely.
We have got a new Iron and Ironing Board Cover which I am in love with. The sheer pleasure of the glide is indescribable. It takes half the time to iron a shirt and the creases are twice as sharp. Can't think of the last consumer purchase that's made me so happy.
Don't ask me to do your ironing. But you are welcome to come over and iron chez nous.
Oh, and The Crown and Shuttle has re-opened, and is great. Lots of real ale, some gravity fed. 6 weeks ago it was a shell, now it's a great pub.
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Thursday, 29 November 2012
Time, like an ever rolling metaphor...
Without really pausing to think about it, I've always considered 1st October 1994 as the beginning of my adult life, since it is, approximately, when I went up to university.
So I always find it disconcerting when a thing I think of as happening in a different age actually began after this date. In this case, the Test Cricket career of Australia great Ricky Ponting. Which started on 8th December 1995 to be precise.
Ponting seems an ever present to me. Yet I was already in the second year of four, with prelims behind me.
Ponting has been and gone (or will have gone by the end of the Third Test against South Africa, after which he retires) and my life appears to have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ho hum. At least we've got the Ashes.
So I always find it disconcerting when a thing I think of as happening in a different age actually began after this date. In this case, the Test Cricket career of Australia great Ricky Ponting. Which started on 8th December 1995 to be precise.
Ponting seems an ever present to me. Yet I was already in the second year of four, with prelims behind me.
Ponting has been and gone (or will have gone by the end of the Third Test against South Africa, after which he retires) and my life appears to have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ho hum. At least we've got the Ashes.
Monday, 22 October 2012
Saturday, 20 October 2012
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