A hot relaxing cruise with an excellent meal in the evening, washed down with a local Domme Rosé.
The buzz word of the month? Michael Gove's spelling test for 4-year olds? A newly discovered pre-historic monster?
No! It's what you get after being married to me for 50+ years. Happily, it's healing and fading fast. The Light is Getting Stronger At last, I can start changing the camera settings - the low light fades, giving me more control - sharper pictures and lower levels of 'noise' can be achieved. Thumbing through the February-March galleries seems to indicate that we have had much fine weather and sunshine. March has certainly come in like a lamb. The King of the Royal Exchange
One of our many pleasures in life is to have a pre-performance drink at the Chop House. Sometimes this very special 'Pete Postlethwaite's table' is available and, on these occasions, our wine takes on new depth. After the recent sell-out production of Hamlet, we hope that Maxine Peake will make regular appearances - a future Queen? Our last rose of 2014. Sitting huddled in my chair, feeling sorry for myself, I glanced out of the window. A glint of sunshine caught this remaining standard rose.
Olympus OMD-M1, 60mm macro. A first! This year's card was ready in time to go by second class post and local cards were hand-posted before Christmas Eve. It's a 4-page .pdf. Monty's card had cat nip rubbed into the label. I wasn't there to see him shred the envelope before abandoning the card.
We were enjoying an organised London Walk, seeing 'Street Art', otherwise known as grafitti - Art to some, vandalism to others.
We had the additional bonus of luck, because Maya, who submitted a successful competition entry, was visiting 'her' Paddington so that her proud parents could take her picture. Maya was 13 when she submitted one of 50 successful designs. There must be other references to turnup stuffing in our Blog and this incident was a prime example. Saturday - Manchester to Glasgow
Train cancelled: 'Catch 9.09 to Preston & your train will be starting from there and will be held until you arrive'. Arrive at Preston. Signal failure: 'We are providing coaches to take you to Lancaster. Your train is being held there for you'. Picture is of the queue for 'the coach'. We were at the back. Starts raining. Rain gets heavier - no shelter. Unknown to us, rain penetrates case. Shuffle up queue for 56 minutes and get to 'the coach'. Need a pee. No time. No toilet. 45 minutes later arrive at Lancaster. Have to run in, carry case up a flight of stairs, up and over a bridge, down a flight, up and down another flight and arrive at packed train. Fight way on. Push to toilet - occupied. Eventually, lady emerges with fresh make up. Pee 4.5 litres. Make selves comfortable in corridor and eat marmalade butties. Reserved seating cancelled. Norma limps and sways along aisle of carriage. Elderly man with suitcase on seat offers to remove it. Then informs her that he is getting off at next stop (5 minutes) so we can grab his seat(s). Yippee! But no space for case, so sit with legs at 180 degrees for three hours. We really do need to spend all that money on a High Speed Rail, don't we? It would be wrong to replace our clapped out signalling systems. |