Heads up! It's National Pubs Week (according to the BBC - so it must be true, n'est pas?). They've even provided a pub quiz. I did appallingly badly. I must repair to an hostelry and study some more ...
This brings me to the question: who makes up these "National ... Week" events, and is there a Central Office of National Weeks? Did CAMRA dream up this week? What would happen, for example, if Alcoholoics Anonymous decided to declare this week National Abstinence Week, too?
Answers, please.
Meanwhile, I'm off to improve my score ...
Friday, February 24, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Run me out in the cold rain and snow ...*
Well, it's not really a winter wonderland - so that song doesn't apply.
I'd like to say that I've had my first experience of riding through snow. That sounds kind'a romantic. It conjours up an eerily quiet and still scene with the lone biker carving his way carefully through the carpet of white.
The reality is, of course, all together more tedious. Sleet is a more accurate description of the weather this morning: frozen enough to fall slowly and get into the cracks and wet enough to cloud my vision and get everything messy.
But, hey! I'm sat at work now, in the warm, watching the drips on the window. I suppose I ought to get on with something meaningful ...
* there ain't many songs which talk of sleet .. thank goodness for the Grateful Dead. As always ;^)
I'd like to say that I've had my first experience of riding through snow. That sounds kind'a romantic. It conjours up an eerily quiet and still scene with the lone biker carving his way carefully through the carpet of white.
The reality is, of course, all together more tedious. Sleet is a more accurate description of the weather this morning: frozen enough to fall slowly and get into the cracks and wet enough to cloud my vision and get everything messy.
But, hey! I'm sat at work now, in the warm, watching the drips on the window. I suppose I ought to get on with something meaningful ...
* there ain't many songs which talk of sleet .. thank goodness for the Grateful Dead. As always ;^)
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Good Day, Sunshine!...
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
Well, so I'm in a good mood. I'm sat at home, with my work laptop. The sun is shining. The kids are entertaining themselves. I've just got the thing I'm working on .. um, working.
Yes, I know it's temporary - but he, I'm going to enjoy it while I can. Time for a celebratory cup of tea. (Well, it is before lunchtime ...)
:^)
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Rip It Up and Start Again ...*
Whoops! Slap wrist for me .. four weeks gone and no news! I'm still in shock, I think.
Well, it's been a bit of a roller-coaster, really. We've had a change of heart about the house we're buying. We've had children wanting to go back to school then not wanting to, then wanting to again. As we're now buying somewhere different (different town and everything) the whole school kermuddle has changed again - but on the positive side, the new location has a great looking school and the local education authority are more friendly towards home educators.
The new choice of home is much closer to our dream cottage in the country [see Just Give Me a Home ...]. It is an eighties box to some extent, but it's a well laid out eighties box - with some improvements along the way. The integral garage has been converted into a downstairs study and a utility room, and a small conservatory has been added. The master bedroom also has an en-suite built in. (We've grown to like en-suites!) The garden is small - but no smaller than we've had before - and just round the corner is open farmland with a bridle path going one way and a footpath leading up the hill the other way. 200 yards down the road there is a good sized playground set in a large recreation ground, which leads on to a deer park.
My brother and his wife have also found themselves a new home. They'll be closer to us - even though our move takes us further from where they live now. It's all change round 'ere.
So, we're going to stay in the old house for the weekend, again. I'm assuming it'll be a bit less wierd this time .. but I'll keep you posted.
T'ra, duck!
* again?
Well, it's been a bit of a roller-coaster, really. We've had a change of heart about the house we're buying. We've had children wanting to go back to school then not wanting to, then wanting to again. As we're now buying somewhere different (different town and everything) the whole school kermuddle has changed again - but on the positive side, the new location has a great looking school and the local education authority are more friendly towards home educators.
The new choice of home is much closer to our dream cottage in the country [see Just Give Me a Home ...]. It is an eighties box to some extent, but it's a well laid out eighties box - with some improvements along the way. The integral garage has been converted into a downstairs study and a utility room, and a small conservatory has been added. The master bedroom also has an en-suite built in. (We've grown to like en-suites!) The garden is small - but no smaller than we've had before - and just round the corner is open farmland with a bridle path going one way and a footpath leading up the hill the other way. 200 yards down the road there is a good sized playground set in a large recreation ground, which leads on to a deer park.
My brother and his wife have also found themselves a new home. They'll be closer to us - even though our move takes us further from where they live now. It's all change round 'ere.
So, we're going to stay in the old house for the weekend, again. I'm assuming it'll be a bit less wierd this time .. but I'll keep you posted.
T'ra, duck!
* again?
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