Amy, Evan, my mum and I went picking strawberries this morning. I had hoped that in the process of filling our little buckets the kids would consume enough fruit to enable me to forgo feeding them for at least a week. Strangely enough though they weren’t that interested in them. Perhaps they would rather harvest them from a more natural environment - like the supermarket.
Some people, Xbox4Nappyrash and my own mother amongst them, have claimed that I am physically unable to take a photograph of Evan without him having some sort of grot or snot on his face.
To them I shay pish, piddle and pshaw. Keeping a one and a half year old boy smart, clean and presentable is as easy as icing a cake.
(Is it me or is there something of The Joker about him? I shall endeavor to keep him away from red hoods and vats of chemicals)
Well… they were new shoes
We visited the Blue Planet Aquarium in Chester yesterday. We had a good time.
Just when you get comfortable with churning out mediocre photos you see something that takes your breath away. Kerry got these photos on one of those Fwd: emails. I wish I knew who took them.
Recently I’ve expanded my repertoire of walks to include a few more hills. I’m still basically walking from Slaithwaite to Marsden and back, but now I’m trudging up the valley sides rather than the valley bottom.
The other day I came across a rather dilapidated abandoned farm house. Despite my anxieties about being murdered by a lurking drug addict I had a quick poke around. I liked what I saw, so this morning I went back with the camera.
I can only think the reason that the house is abondoned rather than converted into a swish executive home is that it isn’t accessible by road. Well, that and there is no water or electricity. Didn’t stop me fantasizing about buying it and renovating myself though. A man can dream, and an empty house in the middle of nowhere is the ideal place to do so.
You can see the rest of the set here (and yes Oli, I was using a flash. Stop nagging me)
Just because you get a few grey hairs doesn’t mean you are getting old. Taylor Hicks hair started going grey at the age of twenty and Steve Martin had completely white hair by the age of thirty.
If, just as a random example, a thirty two year old male blogger noticed three white hairs in his beard yesterday morning; it wouldn’t mark the beginning of his inevitable slide into decrepit old age would it? Going bald is one thing, but going bald and grey would be most disagreeable. Surely it would be just a freak of nature rather than any kind of portent of a retreating youthful vitality?
All this is purely hypothetical of course.
On another note I’ve been playing with photoshop recently. This photo is a result of me trying to fake a method of trying to fake a method to produce fake model village photographs. Or something like that, the whole thing confuses me to be honest.
Anyway this is a real street in our village that I have photoshopped to look like a fake model street. Or possibly it’s the other way around. I can’t remember now. Oh god, you don’t think its senility setting in do you?
What’s the best cure for all that ails you? Why buying a Nintendo wii of course! And we did it without having to join a single queue too.
I would just like to state for the record that those are hands, not weirdly misshapen breasts.
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