QotD: Heartbreaking
How many times have you had your heart broken?
Submitted by BullDogg.
1.5 times.
It seems bizarre to have your heart broken half a time but really, it does get easier.
Random Phone Photography
Vox Hunt: Cityscape
Show us a cityscape.
It's Truro. And it counts as a city because it has a cathedral. You might just be able to spot it in the pic…
Baking Daleks
Last Saturday, my morning of indolence was disturbed by the unexpected arrival of a parcel. Inside was a kit for baking Dalek biscuits from Vanessa & Raz. I'd left a comment on Vanessa's Flickr stream a few weeks back, saying how much I fancied the biscuits. And she presented me with the chance to bake my own.
Thanks, Vanessa!
That evening, while Lorna was on the 'phone, I baked 'em up. It was somewhat challenging, as much of my kitchen equipment is packed away prior to us putting the flat on the market. No mixing bowl (I used a measuring jug) and no baking tray (I used a roasting dish). Not even a rolling pin.
It was a lot more fun than I expected, though, even if the biscuits themselves were slightly disappointing. I've cleaned the mould, though, and I'll have another go with my own cookie recipe, oh yes. Nothing can stop me now!
Graveside Reflections
It really doesn't get much more easy with time.
It's funny, but few events in my life have defined it so completely as Dad's death nearly six years ago did. It changed everything. How I view myself. How I view my future. How I view my priorities.
It's very easy to live in a bubble of unreality when you're young, unaware of how short time really is. Losing an immediate family member (relatively) young bursts that bubble.
Would I have taken my current job if Dad hadn't died? Possibly not. But if there's one thing that death teaches you, it's that opportunities are limited and every one you pass up is one less that you'll have.
Miss you, Dad.
A Real-Life Hobbit Hole
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