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He thinks he's so cool! He walks around with his hands on his hips 'showing' her all of his stuff. What a little man!
Munich.
I knew this would happen.
I was completely relaxed about moving and all that entails since I made the decision to do so a few months back. Even looking forward to it. And then a couple of days ago – bam! – the logistics and the drama of moving hit me.
The endless to do lists, the not remembering of which one of the moving companies I've already talked to, the increasing frenzy of finding somewhere to live, the concerned parental phonecalls, the wrapping everything up at work, the goodbye meet-ups.
I'm somewhere between elated and exhausted. Really, really exhausted. Unfortunately my body reacts to stress by not wanting to get out of bed. Ever again.
The only thing that's keeping me going right now is that I know that I can't not keep going.
My friend Rose and her husband have a cottage garden in Klaaswaal which is open for public 3 days a week during Spring and Summer. Today we visited them to view their new private garden which is almost finished. She made all the layouts and he did all the work. This was all done during the autumn/winter period.
Detail of the east window of the south aisle by Hardman's, 1916.
Having previously visited a few either very restored or rebuilt churches on my way over here it was refreshing to arrive at Church Broughton and find a complete medieval church, and a rather attractive one too, with its neat little stunted spire poking up above the parapet of its sturdy west tower. The church is a long, low building that was basking rather handsomely in the sun by this time (a contrast to the dull weather I'd had earlier that day) and the churchyard was looking particularly attractive, a chap was mowing part of it some distance off so we exchanged cheerful waves as I approached the door.
St Michael's is a mostly 14th century building but with much evidence of earlier work, particularly inside where some Norman work remains. The interior is light and spacious, stripped back to the bare stone but this at least is pleasantly and lightly hued. One Norman pillar with a distinctive scalloped capital remains at the end of the north arcade and the curious font with its simple carved pattern is also of this period. The fittings are mostly more recent in date and most of the glazing is clear which allows more light to flood in; the only exceptions are the eats windows of the chancel and south aisle, both fairly late works by Hardmans respectively.
This was a very pleasant church to explore and good to find it open and welcoming. Before I left the chap who was mowing outside came in and we had a long chat about the glass as he said they may need to spend some money on it. I did a quick assessment of the windows' stability and advised that there was no urgent need for such expenditure as their stained glass should be sound for some time yet, which is what I'd expect of early 20th century Hardman glass. He asked if I could send some of my photos so we exchanged details accordingly.
About a week later I got a rather terse phonecall demanding to know why I hadn't emailed these photos. The intervening days had been rather traumatic for me, first losing much of the text for the book I was writing and then learning of my father's death which hit me very hard and left me unable to think of much else. I explained this and little else was said, thus I dutifully sent the photos with a covering email but never got an acknowledgement back. A pity as that's what sticks in my mind now when I think of Church Broughton nearly six years later. I hope the photos were of use, but at least if they didn't get them they'll be here for all to see now.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael_and_All_Angels%27_Church...
and it is the place where people opt to buy your home...come round...make phonecalls....get all excited and rosey-eyed...etc etc.....you find a place....spend money you don't have checking it all out....get all excited....then your buyer pulls out and you are stuffed.....
ah well...back to the drawing board......short vid....
184/365 July 3
Got another call from a New Kids concert today. This time it was Heather calling me from the show in Memphis for the song "Dirty Dancing", which is my fave track off their reunion album. I was doin' the dance moves the guys do in concert as I was listening....it's kind of an impulse thing whenever I hear the song now. You can see the ghost of my arm up beside my head.
After the show, the whole group of my friends who were there called me to say hi, and they also called our other friend Fiza so we could have a 3 way call. The call came through when I was on the bus. I was on the bus having a conversation with girls in Memphis and Singapore, and it was awesome!! :-)
In the conversion to black-and-white, the sign looked better (and more accurate) filtered green; the man's skin tone looked best filtered red, so I cropped and created two separate images from the original file, filtered each separately, then re-joined them with autostitch.
I was walking home from work and the sun was setting...and I don't quite know how this weird effect happened but a car came as I was taking the photo and I think it gives it a kind of eery feel...Anyway for some reason I really love this picture....And so I thought I'd use it for today :D Also had a lovely phonecall with my boyfriend at the same time...so this is multitasking at its best :P Taken 6/6/11
Detail of the east window of the south aisle by Hardman's, 1916.
Having previously visited a few either very restored or rebuilt churches on my way over here it was refreshing to arrive at Church Broughton and find a complete medieval church, and a rather attractive one too, with its neat little stunted spire poking up above the parapet of its sturdy west tower. The church is a long, low building that was basking rather handsomely in the sun by this time (a contrast to the dull weather I'd had earlier that day) and the churchyard was looking particularly attractive, a chap was mowing part of it some distance off so we exchanged cheerful waves as I approached the door.
St Michael's is a mostly 14th century building but with much evidence of earlier work, particularly inside where some Norman work remains. The interior is light and spacious, stripped back to the bare stone but this at least is pleasantly and lightly hued. One Norman pillar with a distinctive scalloped capital remains at the end of the north arcade and the curious font with its simple carved pattern is also of this period. The fittings are mostly more recent in date and most of the glazing is clear which allows more light to flood in; the only exceptions are the eats windows of the chancel and south aisle, both fairly late works by Hardmans respectively.
This was a very pleasant church to explore and good to find it open and welcoming. Before I left the chap who was mowing outside came in and we had a long chat about the glass as he said they may need to spend some money on it. I did a quick assessment of the windows' stability and advised that there was no urgent need for such expenditure as their stained glass should be sound for some time yet, which is what I'd expect of early 20th century Hardman glass. He asked if I could send some of my photos so we exchanged details accordingly.
About a week later I got a rather terse phonecall demanding to know why I hadn't emailed these photos. The intervening days had been rather traumatic for me, first losing much of the text for the book I was writing and then learning of my father's death which hit me very hard and left me unable to think of much else. I explained this and little else was said, thus I dutifully sent the photos with a covering email but never got an acknowledgement back. A pity as that's what sticks in my mind now when I think of Church Broughton nearly six years later. I hope the photos were of use, but at least if they didn't get them they'll be here for all to see now.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael_and_All_Angels%27_Church...
Andy calls Jez Green to let him know he's just passed another target they'd set him in the weights room.
92 DAYS TO GO
Tuesday and I had a bit more time today to start attempting to take some stock photography. Not sure how successful it was but I guess I'll find out - I'll just have to sit and wait to find out - I'm thinking it could be some time.
I also can't believe that I'm STILL playing catchup with my 365 postings ... I am getting closer to today's date though.
[October 9th]
Toddlers was busy this morning, but it was good to see everyone. In the afternoon, I did the admin for Toddlers, and also rang HMRC to try to sort out my sister's tax, now that they've let me know that the Power of Attorney is registered with them (it only took since last September!). I was on the phone for over 90 minutes, two thirds of which was waiting to speak to an advisor. They were able to adjust some things which I had queried, but I'll need to fill in a Self-Assessment form for Liz for the other things. So that's something to look forward to ;-)
I also popped round to see our neighbour, to deliver her CHEQS Magazine. I usually time it right to have a cup of tea. I knew I'd missed that today, but we had a quick catch-up, anyway. Then I jogged down to the village hall to drop off some spare magazines, as I still needed to do a bit more exercise. Job done!
A phone call at Borough Market, perhaps to spread the word about the wonderful olive oil . . . Southwark, South London
Phonecall from one side of the world to the other!
Communication téléphonique d'un coté de la terre à l'autre!
He's SO hard to buy for! We got him a duck (one of his fav meals but one he rarely gets) and I cooked it for him with sides before they left for Florida. It was delicious and so fun to make!
Gabriel's first solo phonecall - talking to his best friend and amour Olivia, who moved to Boston in November.
Day 238 of the 365 days challenge.
I used to get all kinds of awesome phonecalls. I feel like I've been on the phone all day, but it's been exclusively with annoying phonecalls I think. I've got a headache.
I received a phonecall from a petstore in desperate need of a photographer for the next day as the guy they hired cancelled at the very last minute... It was a bit unplanned so not everything as I would want it, but still some of the shots are quite nice!
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