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Old Machines
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French Journal Day 81 (Travel Diary Day 161)
Rachel and I live in each others pockets 24-7. This makes gift-buying difficult during the festive season.
Today’s plan involved us combining food shopping with Christmas shopping. When we finished paying for our grub in the large supermarket, we packed it in the car and went back into the supermarket for round 2 – Christmas gifts.
We were to go our separate ways and buy each other surprise gifts. I was not looking forward to it. Rachel’s enthusiasm made me think I was missing something important. Before we parted ways I told her I had no idea what to buy. In a Yoda-esque fashion, she said that all I needed to do was look around and something would appear.
15 minutes later, panicking, staring at a type of make-up that I’d never heard of before, I gave up and resolved to find Rachel and confess my failure. She was standing with an empty basket gazing over bottles of rum – she was struggling, too.
We decided to scrap gifts this year and buy some decent bubbly, cheese, chocolate and who knows what else. We’ve resolved to eat and drink ourselves to death in a joint Christmas day suicide pact.
On the way back from the supermarket I came across the ruins of an old house, semi-overrun by trees. Investigating with the camera, I feel into the stream that ran along side it. The camera survived.
Today’s Photo – An Old Machine
This old machine can be found in the reunification palace in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.
Old Machines
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French Journal Day 81 (Travel Diary Day 161)
Rachel and I live in each others pockets 24-7. This makes gift-buying difficult during the festive season.
Today’s plan involved us combining food shopping with Christmas shopping. When we finished paying for our grub in the large supermarket, we packed it in the car and went back into the supermarket for round 2 – Christmas gifts.
We were to go our separate ways and buy each other surprise gifts. I was not looking forward to it. Rachel’s enthusiasm made me think I was missing something important. Before we parted ways I told her I had no idea what to buy. In a Yoda-esque fashion, she said that all I needed to do was look around and something would appear.
15 minutes later, panicking, staring at a type of make-up that I’d never heard of before, I gave up and resolved to find Rachel and confess my failure. She was standing with an empty basket gazing over bottles of rum – she was struggling, too.
We decided to scrap gifts this year and buy some decent bubbly, cheese, chocolate and who knows what else. We’ve resolved to eat and drink ourselves to death in a joint Christmas day suicide pact.
On the way back from the supermarket I came across the ruins of an old house, semi-overrun by trees. Investigating with the camera, I feel into the stream that ran along side it. The camera survived.
Today’s Photo – An Old Machine
This old machine can be found in the reunification palace in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.