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Christmas Day: Progress So Far
My in-laws run Christmas rather differently to the Tinworth clan. At home, all the present opening is done by about 12pm at the latest - and that's a laggardly Christmas.
Here in Bristol? It's nearly 3pm and we've opened precisely one present so far. From my mother-in-law, I have received Poems from Guantanamo: The Detainees Speak. Yup, a book of poems from inmates at Guantanamo Bay. Not quite sure what to make of that…
Anyway, I must go make roast potatoes now.
On The Beach - 1998
I've been putting the scanner through its paces again, this time scanning some film I shot on the beach in Suffolk around October 1998. Here's Mum & Dad, enjoying the, uh, "bracing" conditions:
And I do love the quality of light, and the almost painterly placement of people, in this one:
A Moment of Magic
Sometimes something happens to spark off that Christmas feeling, even in the most difficult of times. As I was walking home from my Christmas bash last night, I came across these carols singers in Trafalgar Square. And finally, it felt like Christmas.
Rurally Retreating Again
I'm back in Suffolk again, providing Mum with some support before she goes into hospital again next week. Luckily my sister-in-law is handling all that, leaving me free to work and head to Le Web 3 in Paris.
But now the French are having a strike. On the day I'll be travelling home. Oh, joy.
QotD: My Wikipedia Entry
Write your own Wikipedia entry for yourself (or share the link if you already have one).
I have one already, thankyouverymuchindeed...
Flooded Back Passage
Ah, the trials of living in a Victorian-era building on a Victorian-era street that took some serious abuse during World War II. Thanks to the Luftwaffe, the drains in my part of Lewisham are less than robust. And, every now and then they block up, back up and flood my back passage.
What fun!
Re: Blogging
So, life.
I must getting better at posting to my blogs. I must get better at posting to my blogs.
It's a function of being a "professional" blog advisor, I suppose. I spend too long talking about blogs, and too little time doing it these days. That's sorta counter-productive, though. Becoming all mouth and no blog trousers, as it were, isn't going to do me, or the people I'm working with, any good at all.
So, I must reform. I must end my ways. I must put finger to keyboard and blog with strength and confidence, as once I blogged in the past.
It's a new week. It's a new start. Here we go.
Oh, and here are some pics of my collegues:
Office life is so dynamic, isn't it?
Margate Promenade
This is my great great grandparents on holiday in Margate. Well, that or my great great great grandparents. My grandma's notes are hard to decipher sometimes.
Vox Hunt: Thanksgiving Traditions
Show us one of your Thanksgiving traditions.
Well, getting annoyed at American-centric Vox Hunt/QotDs is rapidly becoming one of them...
