mu guess is that a ‘semi-automatic’ door is probably half as automatic as an ‘automatic’ door. but i could be wrong.
it looks like this wasn’t always the case though. what actually happens is you grab the door and need to give it a good push to open it. as soon as it starts to open it suddenly becomes automatic and drags you in to the building society.
go to abbey national in wokingham to experience this for yourself.
this is one of my most favouritist street signs. it’s in wokingham in the south of england and is next to the train station by a level crossing.
it’s got everything. motorways in blue and brackets. a double bracket round the end of (A329 (M)), A roads in and not in brackets, fat roads, small roads, maximum heights, maximum weights, local amenities, a station, local information and 6 place names all on one sign.
you are meant to read this whilst not getting hit by a train coming in to the station.
click to inspect
when jane wasn’t singing she painted faces. this was the end of her session and her market had been saturated (thanks to everyone being painted).
here she reflects on her success (in the fluffy pink mirror)
apologies once again to the balloon haters. i touched a balloon earlier today and still have creepy skin as a result. yuck.
we’ve been singing a song called ‘tiny little me’ this week. as i walked around the marquee where we are playing after the kids had left i saw this piece of newspaper on the floor.
the message yesterday was about saying no to ‘me’ and yes to Jesus. perhaps someone took this literally and left their ‘me’ behind ?
jane, mark, richard and craig:
fiona wasn’t there today so she became the cardboard member:
even mr sound wore a wig today:
these red bollards are bullying the yellow road bollard for no other reason than he is different from them. that is SO not right.
one day on our holiday we found this wheely bin blocking our exit. jane’s dad tried to move it but it was filled with concrete and mud.
how like life.
i loved this reflection of a wall clock in the Oak Tree Inn. as the window moved in the door it seemed to shimmer and melt.
a lovely effect enhanced by nice warm colours.
viewed from an angle in the Oak Tree Inn
the Oak Tree Inn had soup of the day, cheesecake of the day and a rather worrying asserole of the day.
i hope the ‘asserole’ is missing a ‘c’ and not another word mispelt
oooh, this is the 3000th funkypancake post. that’s an average of ‘quite a few’ a day since 16 April 2003 so that’s 6 and a bit posts per day. fancy that fact fans.
here is an ancient telephone and a modern wall plug in the Oak Tree Inn:
our holidayhouse was right opposite the oak tree inn, which is a lovely traditional pub/inn/restaurant/cafe/hotel thing.
here are esther and kezia enjoying a coke:
there’s a little hill in balmaha (near the massive hill) which you can climb up quite easily. on this occasion jane carried kezia.
here is jane getting her breath back:
we were not alone in enjoying the view:
jane’s dad looks and ponders:
everyone looks and ponders:
here is the view from the scrubland in the back of our scottish holiday house:
click to expand your horizons
i like going supermarket shopping with esther and kezia. i think this is because i do it so rarely it’s still a novelty.
here is a game you can play to bring even more fun to a shopping trip. get a massive multi-pack of crisps and try to get your youngster to balance it on their head whilst you whizz them about on the trolley.
kezia did quite well, although she found the bag of oven chips we tried later a little cold.
