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So, tonight Holly and I took Byron to the park, as usual, and there was a beautiful rainbow over the police station:
We went over the ford, and into the park, and it took a LOT of persuasion to get Holly to just go through the park and not up into the woods. She's becoming a proper little outdoorser. Four miles, she made me walk yesterday.
Today she decided that she was going to play at being a stag. So she found two twigs and held them up at the side of her head for antlers, and did lots of "monarch of the glen" posing.
Of course, the funniest moment was when Byron was doing his usual sniff patrol, and wandered into some bushes... I heard a very distict "twok" noise, and he shot out of the bush, glared at it accusingly, and started barking... A bird had pecked him on the head! LOL.
Things continue well in new house and at new job. Life is good.
Long may it continue!
So, yes, at the weekend went dahn sarf to my brothers wedding. Here be photos.
The groom, my brother Charlie, and his son Daniel.
My auntie Susan, cousin Rosalind, her son Calum, and my uncle Jim.
My cousin Judith, my dad, and my mum (uncle Ian in the background)
Me, in my mum's hat, for the lulz.
And now, for the pictures of the most important person: Holly.
I do have more pictures, of course, but these are the best ones. Well, SOME of the best ones are being saved for bribery purposes... ;)
... and others who don't follow the daily spewings Elsewhere, I thought I ought to update.
There has been much change in my life of late. Ian and I split up. I moved out. I got a new job. Everything is going surprisingly well with all of this (apart from things like unpacking), and I keep telling myself to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was a pretty amicable split, and Ian and I are actually getting on a deal better now we're not winding each other up over all the little things that annoy you when you live with someone (ten years and he still squeezed the toothpaste in the middle!).
New job is great, much much more fun and lots less stress, and a bit more pay too. It's a bit more hassle for mum and dad at the moment because of childcare issues, but hopefully once I'm sorted out with the tax credits people I'll be able to sort out something a bit more workable for that, long term.
New house is also great; lots smaller, obviously, given the budget, but really nicely decorated and homely. Ian and I haven't really fallen out over who gets what (yet) either, which has been a boon. Holly loves having two houses, and they have commented at nursery that she seems really happy at the moment. Byron is also loving it, possibly because he gets to go to the park more often.
There is a new gentleman on the scene, in case you were wondering... Obviously Holly is the most important person in my life, and I absolutely have to put her well-being and happiness before my own. But it's also nice to have a little bit of a social life and some fun when she isn't about. And new gentleman is lots of fun (and very much the gentleman, too).
So, yes, life is pretty good at the moment. How about for you, dear reader?
If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.
I have to choose just one? Poo. Well I shall avoid the obvious (Pratchett, Gaiman, PD James, John Mortimer) and say... Joe Lidster. He can evoke things in two words that less talented writers take paragraphs over, and it's a crying shame Uncle Rusty is running Nu!Who and not him.
Firstly, the other day she decided to take a picture of me taking a picture of her:
It's entirely possible that if you click through for biggerness you'll be able to read some of the CD titles... I love my new camera :D
There was once a mighty oak tree that grew at the edge of a wood. At the foot of this spreading giant grew a thin reed. With every breeze the reed would bend, swaying and sighing.
The oak looked down upon the thin reed and laughed.
"Look at me," boasted the oak. "See how strong I am. The wind may blow his hardest, but I will never bend."
Now it came to pass that there was a terrible storm. Never had the wind been wilder. It lashed at the oak tree, stiff and straight, and bent the reed. Harder and still harder blew the wind, but the oak tree would not bend. Then, suddenly, with a great cracking and splitting, the oak tree fell over and lay uprooted on the ground.
When the wind died down, the little reed stood upright, as before. Sadly it looked down upon the fallen giant.
"Strength is not everything. It is a good thing to be able to bend when one has to," said the reed.
And this is the big one. I took 83 photos on my walk today LOL I think I'm getting used to having lots of spaces on my camera instead of just 28... These are all out of order because I'm tired. Sorry.
The following are a selection of pictures of my dad and the dogs:
And now a selection of pictures of Byron and Freddie playing:
The next three involve a stick that they were wrestling over for a good quarter of a mile before Freddie triumphantly dumped Byron in the water to make him let go. From that point on Freddie was very smug, and Byron very aloof LOL
I love the way the sunset is reflecting in the windows of the house, which is, in turn, reflected in the canal.
And finally, the most welcome sight of all:
I went to London with Gina to see THe News Quiz being recorded this week. I mostly forgot I had my camera with me; thus I did not get any exciting pictures of Sandi Toksvig or Alan Coren (woe), but I did take SOME. Mostly they were of this:
Of course, some things are totally worth coming home to... *luffs the Holly*
