I never recovered from that fire alarm that went off early this morning, I just can’t stop yawning all day long.
This morning we were all ‘alarmed’ so to speak when my beloved woman decided to use deodorant spray right underneath the fire and smoke detector. Not a wise idea as it appeared.
I tried to go to sleep again after that but when I lay in bed after I switched it off I just had to laugh. I mean, how many times in your life will it happen that you stand on a chair at 6 in the morning in front of the love of your life shouting, “it’s ok love don’t panic, I love you dear!”? Butt naked?
Christmas in our house is and has always been a tradition of being together remembering the birth of Christ, going to church for Carols, reading about His birth in the Holy Bible, a Christmas Tree and and yes, an abundance of food too.
And after years without them another family tradition is back: playing Christmas records on the old record player which is fully restore now. We don’t question all these things, they are there and we all accept that it is like that and we like it that way.
Yes I know, I am not a keen sharer of petitions because I have the feeling it never helps and I must admit, even this one will probably be of little interest to you but today I must act. I urge you to sign a petition. I just did, wholeheartedly. You see, I am what they call an anglophile, I love England.
Some of my friends say I should be considering a career as a professional photographer, they’ve been saying it for years now. And when they say it they make me smile. The truth is I think it’s nice to go out in nature and take pictures of flowers, insects, mushrooms, birds or whatever attracts my attention and I thoroughly enjoy it but I also think that I will never be good enough when I compare my work to that of those who are already professionals.
And I am somewhat scared that if I choose to become a professional in this field I might not enjoy my pictures as I do now. They would be reduced to ‘bread on the table’.
This is the first line of one of my favourite songs sung by Larry Howard a long time ago. I have lost the record years ago when I moved from one place to another yet again. But the song remains in my memory.
It is possible to both love and hate something and our La Multipla was one of these things. A little less than five years ago we bought the car from a shady car flogger (the type of car sellers that rent a field, sell a lot of dodgy cars planted on it and then disappear).
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