life

tastes like pink penicilin you used to get as a kid. in my opinion

more parties for esther today. this one was a gym party where all the kids could keep fit and jump up and down on trampolenes whilst eating cake.

we stumbled upon the henley community festival today. esther got her face painted as usual

and a man balanced a canoe on this chin

how cool to be able to sit outside at 8am in England and do some work

how weird. i was drinking absinthe and 1664s and this story appeared in the Guardian the next day: Absinthe and 1664

leicester square. what a treat

zoom in profile (coin style) on her majesty

whilst walking to work i was 10 metres away from a skip lorry dropping a massive skip on to the road from a height of about 1 metre. a fantastic noise was produced. fantastic yes. welcome no.

more party time today. kez is at a difficult age where she needs 100% supervision. low light today was not being able to remember how to spell kezia’s name. question was did it have an ‘h’ on the end or not. apparently it doesn’t. i should have these things written down somewhere. or better still, get someone to remember it for me. i usually get jane to remember stuff but she has been staying out the way doing exam marking all weekend (hence me looking after the kids)

kid fight

commuting is so boring i thought i’d take my wife along on the journey.
didn’t help. we were both board. such a card

the one problem with my velveteen tie is the size of knot required to keep it round my neck.

i have enough ties to wear a different one every working day of the year. I wear ties about three times a week. there is a strict rota for the ties which enables me to concentrate on other more important things.

title-less emails are a queer thing. you feel obliged to open them to see what they are about. an email or website title is like a headline on a newspaper, inviting you to read the content. But conversely it is there to warn you to stay clear if you don’t want what it offers.
a good title is inviting (or warning).
a misleading title is a social no-no.
a non-title is an cheeky invitation to sample the unknown. dive in my friends it says.
so where do i stand on this issue. good question. thanks for asking.
and i haven’t even mentioned the numerous issues relating to attachments …

i drank deep from my bottle, expecting sweet orange juice. it was grapefruit. not pleasant. this was the second ‘drinks misunderstanding’ of the day. the first was when someone fetched me a 2litre bottle of water when i was after a half litre one. as for the tesco grapefruit drink. yuckety yuck.

in offices we often have to dial nine for an external line.
this helps reinforce the idea that an office environment is seperate from the outside world.
in life we often have to dial 9 to connect to the real world.

went to the London Men’s Convention today at the Royal Alber Hall.
Saw a glove on the way there and a painted lady on the way back

bought for £3 from a charity shop in Basildon.

from the box:
Approx 10m of cable supplied
Excellent reliability
Made of high impact polystyrene – giving durability as well as style
Suitable for House, Office, Workshop, Den, Nursery etc.

my santa stays up all year round.
here he is enjoying the may sunshine

how long is a peace of string ? double the length to its solitude (where solitude equals my pie squared). therefore we can find peace in a square pie.

working from home is a lot quieter than working in the London office. however there are other differences:
In London I get the sounds, smells and bits of cack from the building they are constructing next door.
at home i get the mixed smell of silage and fresh tarmacadam