a row of cigars
this morning i saw a neat row of unopened cigars on the pavement:
here are the individual cigars:
this morning i saw a neat row of unopened cigars on the pavement:
here are the individual cigars:
upsway down washing machine with its guts ripped out.
… concentrate on the sausage and not the sizzle
you may wonder about the legality of signs which threaten fines for dog fouling, and more importantly who gets to keep the money. here’s the answer travelling through UK parliament at the moment:
Litter and Fouling of Land by Dogs Bill
I was watching Open All Hours last night.
a customer entered the shop having recently stood in some dog poo. He said “I blame the owners”.
The Ronnie Barker character responded “I agree … and the dogs”
keep an ordered note of all typologies. be sure to categorise them appropriately.
an old favourite find this morning: a fridge
it’s length fitted exactly the width of the raised pavement it was resting on. sort of makes you feel it was meant to be left there don’t you think ?
i walked a different route to work today. i didn’t much care for it. it took about 5 minutes longer, but that may have been due my hesitation at traffic crossings due to my lack of familiarisation with the road layout.
on the way I saw these bits of meat:
you don’t want to leave meat outside even on cold days. leaving it out on very hot days is asking for trouble. i particularly disliked the bits on the right of the picture:
on the way home this evening I walked past the waste disposal part of the Middlesex Hospital. For the discarded gloves spotter, this is a rich seam.
this first photo shows about 6 pairs of gloves spread over the floor (esp the top left of this photo)
this glove was also there, slightly out of the shot above
you have to feel sorry for the machines in this weather. people and animals can have a drink and cool down. if you are a machine you are simply a slave to your environment. especially if your job is to cool the environment.
the aircon in the building is having a very bad day today. Here is a small snippet of some of the sounds it is producing this morning:
Download wav file (25KB) It sounds rather poorly. aw bless.
update: what it actually sounds like is a deep fat fryer
this morning i saw three chairs:
one burnt (the hot seat)
one stool
one comfy
it’s very hot again today. Heathrow which is just a few miles away broke the 100F mark – a UK first.
we had a BBQ with Phil, Sally, Alan and Ann. I managed to get the cooking right this time
kezia stayed cool in her hat, sunglasses and obligatory water bottle
later she realised it was better if she sat in the pool and people poored water on her from a watering can:
I’ve now set up the blog so it automatically updates the following sites when i add a new entry:
we had our friends andy and gill round for tea last night. candlelit meal in the backgarden. my feet got bitten lots, but i didn’t realise until this morning.
I entertained annoyed our guest by using the night time setting on my camera to take lots of photos. none came out except this one which is a shot looking directly up at our apple tree. It was illuminated by candle light hence the weird colours
esther has gone to stay with my mum this weekend, so we took kezia to the steam rally. we sat in front of this steam organ for 20 minutes waiting for some dancers. The music whilst we were listening was very nice. the dancers when they arrived were a little long in the tooth and it proved to be very disturbing. we went home soon after they started.
here is the 100 year old musical instrument
We British aren’t very good at tanning. Usually we don’t get enough sun to make it worth going for a proper tan. This year’s extreme weather has caught most of us by surprise. 35.6%C today apparently. But it’s placed us Brits in a fully position of having a decent pre-tan on our arms, but a white body underneath.
This man, heavily bearded, chose that now was the time to reveal his hidden self, giving a negative T-shirt effect. I think it works for him though.
It good to know that the word is a better place and that middle class England has moved on from the smut filled sexist 70s.
We went to the Knowl Hill Steam Fair today and they had a fair there. There was one ride where people sat in a row and got thrown all over the place.
The sign on the door revealed a particularly special offer
Whilst we were there all the riders were payers
I’ve heard of local restaurants catching cats, dogs etc to cook and serve to unsuspecting customers. I hadn’t heard of ‘girl guide hot dogs’ before
note: I’ve put this in the ‘signs of dogs’ category as it is a sign of a (hot) dog.
( not to be confused with guide dogs )