puddles
we had a great squelchy puddly muddy walk this afternoon. both esther and katie fell in the mud which (luckily) they both found really funny.
get your wellies on and jump in some muddy puddles. don’t forget to climb a gate and have a ponder.
my poor wife
it’s not been easy for jane having her husband at home for nearly two weeks.
looking after a 1 year old and a 4 year old is easy compared to a 31 year old. this truth is revealed in her weary looks.
cat in the bag special
it’s day 8 of the amazing hair growing cat
i suspect we are reaching about the limit of the fur growth now, though i have no evidence to suggest the rate of growth is slowing. i’m just a little scared about what might happen next.
i’m a bit duff at macro photography, but here is my attempt. i’ve tried a few different lighting positions so you can appreciate the fuzzyness of the hair.
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objects
i love old technology. here is a hair drying device:
and here is another hair drier and a tv:
i took these photos at the milestones museum
milestones museum
brother edd took us to the i took these photos at the milestones museum in basingstoke. it was very good.
here is kezia with her ‘sheety’
they had a christmas grotto there, but because it’s after christmas it was santa-less. it was the ideal opportunity to pretend to be him for next year. unfortunately kezia was asleep. but brother edd enjoyed it
two signs
two signs of interest today
don’t drop stuff on people’s heads with a forklift truck:
don’t carry squares over semi-circles:
cat
day 7 of the amazing hair growing cat
it’s been out of the bag for a week now and it’s still growing. here is a picture from a different angle for variety
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imagine if this wasn’t some weird fur thing, but in fact static electricity made visible by some magical camera technique. i’m not sure if that idea makes it any less eery.
cross roads
cross ? i’d be livid if it were me.
i asked the poor road what had come over it. “3 cars and a lorry” was the predictable cracker-joke answer.
windsor park
having failed to get to windsor park on monday, we did it today instead. last time we went it was lovely and sunny. today it was very cold.
esther has got the hang of starting and stopping which makes cycling more independent.
when we arrived at windsor park esther said “does this all belong to the queen?”
“yes”
“and can we go in there ?”
“yes, that’s why we’re here”
“that’s very kind of her”
and so it is.
so, if you are reading this and are the Queen of England, then “thankyou” from esther.
here is kezia and a christmas tree decorated in security tape outside a park ranger’s office
glove
here is a glove jane found in windsor park. it was on a fence post in front of the General Stores.
it may even have belonged to one of her majesty’s grandchildren. but probably not.
poultry excepted
the sign next to the swan says pedestrians only. who do swans think they are ? i was thinking of doing a citizen’s arrest, but wasn’t sure whether this was applicable to her majesy’s swans. and i didn’t fancy my chances of survival.
there’s nothing worse for young kids than seeing their father mauled by a swan. so this time i let it go. next time i’ll take some kind of electrical device.
i seem to have real issues with swans.
more nana
my mum arrived after the girls were in bed last night, so there was still plenty of important present giving and cracker pulling to be done
new years predictions
my predictions are this:
ooh it’s new year’s eve
i’m rubbish at new year’s eve.
i’m much happier going to bed early and getting it all over a done with than partying like a mad thing. that said, we were invited round to a neighbour’s house for a hogmany do which i quite fancied, but lack of babysitters prevented us popping out (and it would have been bad form for one of us to go and not the other).
so we sat in chatting whilst fireworks exploded around and about. we just assumed they were fireworks from all the noise. i like to think it was actually our neighbours wandering up and down with inflated crisp bags, popping them occasionally to give the impression they were having a good time and we weren’t. the loud deep explosions were obviously the kettle crisp bags
hang on to the old year i say. let’s have an old year non-party instead.
new year’s eve
here is my mum and jane in conversation on new year’s eve.
davescollections
i’ve spent a fair bit of time moving davescollections over to a better/easier updatable format.
still lots of work to do. but it’s a start.
here is the most recently found photo:
this cat aint funny no more
day 6 of the amazing hair growing cat
the fur seems to have taken on a more wirey nature. most peculiar. for the sake of variety, today’s photo is from a slightly different angle
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tandemonium
today’s been cold (but not wet) so we went for a family bike ride. kezia went in the seat on the back of my bike and esther went on the tag-a-long connected to jane’s bike.
yeah for exercise & fun.