Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Day 212. Windows and birds don't mix.


This little spud just flew into the window. Not too hard luckily but it's now chirping with all its might and seems completely unfazed by our presence on the other side of the glass.

I walked into a glass door once. Luckily there were only about twenty family members present to witness my stupidity. Oh how they laughed...

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Day 211. A little fall of rain.


Just a little rain as I arrived home from London. I decided to wait it out in the car and because the mind works in peculiar ways I was reminded that next year Miss Saigon returns to the West End.

I first saw it in 1995 when my friend Steve introduced me to the Wednesday matinee.

I was hooked. The soundtrack has accompanied moments in my life since that day. I've seen it twice, bought tickets for my family and watched the documentary about how it all began. The search for Kim was a long one but when you hear Lea Salonga sing, that's it, search over, role cast.

'A Little Fall of Rain' is actually from Les Miserables but in the recording I own Lea Salonga plays the role of Eponine, the character that sings this song. Hence the leap to Miss Saigon.

A little fall of rain, can hardly hurt me now.

Time to get out of the car.

Monday, 29 July 2013

Day 210. Part of the easyJet crew.


Another trip over and I'm safely back on English soil.

There were no problems with the flight and we didn't encounter any turbulence but I use the word safely on purpose.

I flew easyJet - mainly because it's the only airline out of Stansted flying to Glasgow - and for both legs of my journey I was sat next to the overwing exit. Should I be pleased about this? Did they recognise I've been working out a lot lately? Perhaps my upper body strength was evident on check-in; biceps bulging through my linen jacket.

If you've ever flown easyJet you'll know they actually allocate seats before you arrive at the airport so neither of my conceited scenarios apply. The pre-airport arrival seat allocation might also explain why an elderly woman joined me in row 12 and was asked to familiarise herself with the instructions on how to open the door in the unlikely event of an emergency. She had just asked the steward to place her bag in the overhead locker as it was too heavy for her to manage, so of course a door weighing 3 or 4 times as much would be no problem at all.

But, in that very British way, we both replied that of course that was fine and yes we were happy for the other passengers to rely on us should the unlikely actually happen.

I did notice my fellow passenger didn't actually read the instructions whereas after studying them I began to worry about the angle at which I needed to swing the window/door open; I think they use the same instruction manual writers as Ikea.

Back at Stansted I relaxed, thankful that my skills hadn't been tested. My next work flight is in September; I think this time I'll pay the money to pre-select my seat. And as back up, I might pop an allen* key into my luggage, just to be on the safe side.

*Seriously cannot see or hear the word Alan/Allan/allen without saying it in my head like this.



Sunday, 28 July 2013

Day 209. Hotel entertainment.


I have meetings in Dumfries tomorrow which means an overnight in a local hotel.

Yes, that is an orange duvet cover. It coordinates perfectly with this part of the hotel. "Walk through the first floor until you reach the corridor with the orange wallpaper", were the instructions I was given at reception. Clearly a decision was made not to restrict the theme to the communal areas.

After travelling for 6 hours it was all I could do to stop myself from crawling under the duvet but I was fearful it might trigger an in-utero flashback so instead I headed to the bar ... where I discovered they were having a Scottish music night. "He's not as a good as he used to be", the barman whispered to me; I ordered a G&T to go.

I was back in the room. Again. But what this Dumfries hotel lacked in sartorial elegance and live entertainment was easily forgiven when I spotted the following words in the hotel guide:

Free in-room WiFi.

Did I scoff at the orange colour scheme? Love it! There's free in-room WiFi.

Scottish singer not on top of his game? He was great. Free in-room WiFi.

I risked unleashing my pre-birth subconscious, got into bed, fired up the iPad and settled down to watch Top of the Lake with my G&T to hand.

I love this hotel.*

* Free in-room WiFi


Saturday, 27 July 2013

Day 208. Awash with butterflies.


So many this year. And bees. This can only be good.

Beautiful to look at and captivating to watch, highlighting why we should keep planting Buddleia.

Apparently butterflies love its nectar because it has a higher concentration of sucrose, glucose and fructose. Thankfully it's not just Buddleias that encouraged these fine winged creatures, as smaller species of butterflies can't reach their proboscis far enough into the flower to access the nectar due to the individual flowers being relatively long. So a variety of plants, shrubs and flowers is still encouraged.

Next week on Gardner's World - 'why bees love honeysuckle'. Is it the name? Straight to the end product rather than a long drawn out process of making honey from nectar and pollen?

Enough gardening talk.

This Red Admiral butterfly is very pretty to look at.

Friday, 26 July 2013

Day 207. Second day of the holidays.


Mummy rocks!

A visit to Kings Lynn library after numerous requests and we picked up Lemony Snicket book 9 just after she'd finished book 8.

Lunch on the quayside - a veritable feast of cooked meats, olives, bread and delicious chutneys.

Shopping for birthday gifts for the two parties Bea's attending over the next few days.

In your face day one.

Day 206. Day one of the holidays.


3/10.

Must try harder.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Day 205. School's out...


... for summer.

Hit it Alice. Crank it up to eleven. Today's the day when we say goodbye to the school run. For more than 6 weeks we can forget about book bags, reading registers and spelling tests. School's out for summer. Not forever though. She's only 8.

Have a great break everyone. 

*Disclaimer - this post does not take into account all of us parents who now wonder how we will entertain our kids when we still have work to do. But the premise stands.

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Day 204. An apple for the teacher.


Hardly.

End of term can only mean one thing. Gifts for the teachers. And the T.A.s. And the kids on work experience from the local high school. And the office staff who help out with our queries, day in, day out.

It's so easy to say "we never bought teacher presents when I was at school" but honestly, it's a pretty small gesture for the people helping to shape the most important person in our lives.

Cupcakes and candles, nothing extravagant, but I hope the staff at Shouldham know how much we appreciate them.

Monday, 22 July 2013

Day 203. Not a Waitrose or M&S Food in sight.


Meetings in Chester today. And the Lymm Truck stop.

Yep, it's a glamorous job.

Hardly the makings of a travel blog but how many travel writers can say they stopped to pick up a bottle of water at a service station only to be tempted by a selection of steel toe cap boots?

Not many, oh no.

Glamour and swank all the way here.

Sunday, 21 July 2013

Day 202. Field of dreams...


... or children of the corn. No this is wheat. That was sweetcorn. Totally different field. Completely different movies.

Don't worry Kevin Costner isn't about to appear. But if we build it, will he come?


Saturday, 20 July 2013

Day 201. Night skies.


The iPhone can't do this view justice but one of the things I'll miss most about our current house is the panoramic views for every angle. Stunning. Day or night.

Friday, 19 July 2013

Day 200. How did I get here?


Day 200. That feels pretty momentous. Two hundred posts of varying quality and of questionable interest. To anyone. But here I am. On the two hundredth day.

Waiting at Sunderland station I loved this intentional (?) feature. This could easily be an installation in the Tate Modern. Can you work out the silhouettes?

Who would have thought I'd be praising Sunderland station for its interesting architecture? Just proves how little I know.

Man with suitcase and woman with pram. Just in case you were wondering.

Thursday, 18 July 2013

Day 199. Spot the spotters.


Heading North for meetings in Newcastle and Sunderland I spotted (see what I did there?) this adorable group of train spotters. When we pulled into the station they were actually standing in a line passionately discussing some train or other. I was so engrossed watching them that I was slow to the camera. Look at the guy in brown at the front. So smart.

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Day 198. Pipes, gardens and pure imagination.


When I first moved to London after university, the Crusting Pipe was a regular haunt of mine. Many a happy hour was spent sipping a glass of red and watching the opera singers or classical musicians. Today we took Bea and she absolutely loved it. This particular opera singer combined a magnificent voice with humour and a high level of audience participation.

After drinks we headed to the Drury Lane Theatre to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and I indulged my long held crush on Douglas Hodge. He had some pretty big shoes to fill as Willy Wonka but it would seem his feet were a Cinderella fit and when he sang Pure Imagination I fell head over heels all over again.

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Day 197. Dean Street Townhouse.


A cheeky couple of days in London to celebrate Will's birthday. I know! Taking Bea out of school. How shocking.

What the hell. We checked into The Nadler (gorgeous), headed out to dinner at Dean St. Townhouse (delicious) and strolled through Soho back to our hotel (eye opening).

I drank fizz from old school champagne glasses, ate a sensationally cooked steak and generally enjoyed spending an evening with my family.

Monday, 15 July 2013

Day 196. Beauty and functionality.


I pass this every day. It's my neighbour's tractor.

This tractor ploughed the vegetable patch in our garden. It's beautiful and functional.

I think it was William Morris who said "Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful".

The same applies in the garden.

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Day 195. Ice lollies, churchyards and strange goings on.


Walking back through to the churchyard in Godmanchester we stopped to look at a gravestone with an unusual inscription. It tells the story of how Mary Ann Weems was murdered by her husband and the message reads:


As a warning
to the Young of both Sexes
This Stone is erected by public Subscription
over the remains of MARY ANN WEEMS
who at an early age became acquainted
with THOMAS WEEMS formerly of this Parish
this connection terminating in a compulsory
Marriage occasioned him soon to desert her
and wishing to be married to another Woman
he filled up the measure of his iniquity
by resolving to murder his Wife
which he barbarously perpetrated at Wendy
on their journey to London toward which place
he had induced her to go under the mask
of reconciliation May the 7th 1819.
He was taken within a few hours after
the crime was committed, tried and
subsequently executed at Cambridge
on the 7th of August in the same year.
Ere Crime you perpetrate survey this stone
Learn hence the God of Justice sleeps not on his Throne
But marks the Sinner with unerring eye
The Suffering Victim hears and makes the Guilty die.

The conversation quickly moved on to the ingredients in the ice lollies Bea and Emily were eating; wet wipes failed to remove the blue staining around their mouths. Perhaps what we should have been asking is "what are the two men in the background of this photo doing"? Unusual goings on indeed.

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Day 194. Scorching and scorched.


Finally a few hours in the sun. It's scorching and our lawn is scorched.

You really don't need much to enjoy this weather. An oversized paddling pool. A trio of loungers. Fridge full of food and plenty of cold drinks. A good book. That's pretty much it.

Bliss.

Friday, 12 July 2013

Day 193. Better stop dreaming of the quiet life...


... cos it's the one we'll never know.

On a warm summer's evening we unfolded our camping chairs, unpacked our picnic and waited for the genius that is Paul Weller to hit the stage at Thetford Forest. Happy to set out our stall at the back of the seating area, we couldn't resist heading up towards the stage to get a closer look at the man himself. "He's old" said Bea, happy to be in the thick of it all the same.

As day turned to night, green lights illuminated the trees and a special evening became even more spectacular. Two encores, 'A Town Called Malice' for the finale and back home within 40 minutes; what a terrific way to start the weekend.

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life. Let's be honest, it's not one we'd want to know anyway.

Thursday, 11 July 2013

Day 192. Chained to the desk.


This is becoming a bad habit but today, as I work on brand guidelines, I'm also part watching a programme on iPlayer. I say part watching because as I get older I'm losing the ability to completely multi-task or perhaps the reality is that I'm more aware when I'm not concentrating. Still, it makes me feel less like I'm chained to my desk. Just a little.

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Day 191. Where's the fun in that?


A fuel pump where you can select the exact amount of fuel in £s. So no more finger on the trigger trying to stop it exactly on a whole pound? Where's the fun in that?

Who am I kidding? I never play this game. But if I did, I wouldn't need this. I always carry plenty of change.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Day 190. Colouring in.


When the school Summer Fair calls for a little creativity I'm always happy to close my laptop for a few hours to develop artwork that doesn't involve PDF, EPS or JPG files.

Here's one Bea and I created earlier. She had the idea of a ball throw that was Tudor themed, my job was to draw Henry VIII; she was responsible for the colouring in. Which is a shame because I love colouring in. And Tudor history. And Summer Fairs. So a pretty enjoyable few hours really.


Monday, 8 July 2013

Day 189. A change of scenery.


As a member of Kings Lynn and West Norfolk leisure centre I can use either Downham Market or Kings Lynn sports facilities. At Lynn Sport the gym boasts a more modern look than the one in Downham but the unfamiliar often doesn't benefit from glossy touches. One of the upsides is that through the sort of round window, I can see Bea in her running club, which means I can work out while she is at her track session.

However, at Downham I know where everything is - all in one space for a start. Here when I had finished my run and wanted to do my free weights I realised I had to head to a different part of the building. Not ideal as I break up my aerobic activity with different weight exercises and running back and forth from one room to another isn't part of my schedule. Next time I'll stick to what I know.


Sunday, 7 July 2013

Day 188. Sporting achievements.


Today has been all about sport. Will kicked off the day competing in the Hancock Half Hour, not to be confused with Hancock's Half Hour, a 5 miler with a target time of, well, about half an hour. He was aiming for 37 minutes so seemed suitably pleased when he crossed the line at 34.57, especially as it was so hot this morning.

Next up Bea, all set to compete in the Downham Games. Six sports: long jump, high jump, 100m, 400m, javelin and shot put (all in family friendly versions - they're not seriously going to invite the general public along and then play dodge the lethal pointy stick people are throwing). She was in the 8-9 age group and up against some of her Ryston Athletics Club buddies so again, pretty delighted when she came 2nd in her age group and brought home a medal for her efforts.

And me. I did my running yesterday so today was all about tennis, watching, not playing. With the men's final due to start at 2pm, I was getting just a little antsy when they still hadn't calculated the scores  at the Downham Games by that time. Thankfully we were on the road by 2.40pm having only missed the first few games of what we hoped would be a British victory (let's not go there on the 77 year comments...).

I positioned myself in the garden with the iPad, fully enjoying the match and able to witness Bea hurling herself along the waterslide in the garden. By the time they reached the final set I had headed indoors for the big screen and what a final set it was.

A day of sporting achievements. Well done Andy Murray, along with 2 of the Honeybones, you did good.

Saturday, 6 July 2013

Day 187. Bea's tea.


Tonight it was Bea's turn to decide what we have for supper.

Love her. Fresh tuna, cous cous and salad. She also laid the table which included place name settings and glass decorations.

'Eat what we eat', as an approach, has certainly worked for us.

Friday, 5 July 2013

Day 186. Sports day distractions.


Sports day at our school no longer recognises individual achievement. Yep, we've finally succumbed to the belief that competition and winning aren't key requirements of an activity that involves racing against your class mates. Thankfully they haven't removed all elements of competition. The children are split into four teams, consisting of representatives from each year group. They they compete against their own year group and those finishing 1st, 2nd and 3rd receive points that contribute to their teams total. Bea was delighted that her team won. Because let's face it, winning is sometimes the point.

To be honest they're lucky any of the parents were paying attention at this point as directly behind me, as I took this photo, the Red Arrows were practising formation acrobatics: hearts with arrows; red, white and blue smoke and the usual free fall, daredevil moves. Several planes even flew overhead causing us to declare this 'as the best sports day ever' and congratulate the Chair of Governors on arranging such spectacular entertainment.

You can bet Red 1 through to Red 9 believe in healthy competition. I wonder if they'd have to be in red team though?

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Day 185. It's a 4.


That's the score I give the Virgin First Class lounge at Manchester Piccadilly station.

Let's face it, just because it has a few quirky seats and a glass box that juts out over the concourse doesn't make up for the poor selection of snacks and toilets that should be avoided at all costs. Four out of ten is generous. I hope I don't have to visit again anytime soon.

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Day 184. Good branding catches your eye.


A trip to the North West for work presented the opportunity to visit my sister in Liverpool. As we strolled back to the car, we passed this retro ice cream van. I love the simplicity of its branding, reminiscent of vanilla ice cream with raspberry sauce.

Just delightful. Sadly it wasn't open for us to see if the product lived up to the promise of the packaging. Maybe next time.

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Day 183. Travelling above ground.


I don't mind travelling on the tube. When it's running smoothly it's unquestionably the quickest way to get from Kings Cross to the office. And if I time it correctly I don't have to stand with my face pressed into someone's armpit, just one of the downsides of being small, or if I'm sitting, try to avoid staring at the crotch of the person standing in front of me. Surely there's some etiquette required here - sideways on please people...

When I discovered the joys of Hailo last year, the app for booking taxis based on available drivers and their proximity to your current location, I have to admit my taxi bill increased considerably. Not that I'm complaining. Had I been on the tube today I wouldn't have passed by this agency window, splendidly decorated with Roberts radios. Just one of the benefits of travelling above ground.

Monday, 1 July 2013

Day 182. The second half of the year.




Some days not much happens.

The landscape I see each day remains the same.

The routine of today is very similar to the routine of yesterday.

Sometimes I almost miss a change. Something in my line of sight that wasn't there before.

Like a modern day (well modernish) hay wain in the lane. And then no sooner than it arrives, it is gone again, and nothing much happens.

Today is one of those days.