September 19, 2006

• One ginormous update

  Try #2.  Because any morning which begins with boiling potatoes dry in a saucepan while eating two years out of date puffed millet (My advice?  Don't do this.  It tastes like soggy, stale polystyrene balls and is about as filling as air) before cycling into work on an ever-flattening tyre is bound to end with a fatal error in IE.

  
  

  The summer in pictures:

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  It was so warm, Regent's Street melted.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  My fish are not the only ones who are good at making kissy faces.  Daddy's not bad either.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Four cousins.  Anne, Angela, Mum and me.  Anne and Angela are my first cousins once removed (Mum's first cousins), and Angela is my Catholic Godmother.  My CofE Godmother died some years ago.  No-one asked Angela what religion she was...

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Note that I managed to get the ball in flight.... this is our glorious leader pitching (badly, but better than I could).

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Jo-my-flatemate, Moira, Clare my Tawny Owl and Catherine's knee.  Making balloon animals on Guiders' camp.  Catherine's knee has run the London Marathon.  Be impressed.  It was accompanied by the rest of her (out of shot.)

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Mutual sanity supporters Liz, Heather and Kirsty.  They all have better cleavage than I do.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  This was my back garden after downstairs decided to have a bit of a tidy.  They didn't bother to mention that this was on the cards.  It's much lighter in there, but it looks awful.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Oxford is very photogenic.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  And occasionally the natives have some odd ideas about parking.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Very Adamsian.  This is a doorway in the Natural History Museum.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Yes, it's a coke bottle bong.  In a museum 

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  There was some crochet, but I didn't see any knitting.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Genuine witch inna bottle.

  
  

  Honest.  It says so.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

  Mini spinning wheels.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  This is why the concept of my father being Headhunted always terrified me when I was a child.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Boney looking museum to house boney bones

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  You are invited to touch the shetland pony.  Gently, like it says on the note.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  The Last Night of the Proms is an excuse for silly hats.  Bonus points if you recognise the flag.

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Boring socks.  They later got hoisted up a flagpole.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  A wonderful wedding party in Fregene.  Sara and I both achieved stunning in the face of Italian chic and Italian panic.  It was very Italian.  With friendly, lovely people, fantastic suits, lots of speeches, and lots of smiling.

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

  I love this photo.  I love the people in it.  I think they'll hate it, because neither has their eyes open.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Oh.  And I finally finished the socks.  Next up are going to be day-glo green and purple.  Life is too short for boring socks.

  
  

  Even if they are for a colour-blind guy.

  
  

   

  
  

  xxx

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