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Julian at 6 months, and 21 days old, the same age as Sarah today. Not yet holding his own, but he'd grow into it.
Julian at 8 months, and 2 days old, the same age as Sarah yesterday.
Looking a bit run down, he might have had a cold. Probably a bit tight, too.
Playing outside in my PJs and sponge-rollers. Age - almost three?
Blogged here: housepants.blogspot.com/2007/09/flashback-friday_20.html
Well - what a disappointment this was. Firstly we were shocked to find out that you were NOT allowed to take alcohol into the festival like we have done in previous years. They were even searching camping chair bags to check for contraband. They did not even ask to see the tickets/wristbands. People were drinking their wine/beer they had brought to last them through the day and evening one swig after another rather than leave it behind. The reason they gave for not allowing alcohol was people behave badly - but then they provided booze tents.. so that argument doesn't hold any weight. 70% of the toilets were out of order and the rest were out of toilet roll. Staff walking around in ordinary clothes to spot people who had managed to sneak booze past them... and then bring the heavies in to remove them from the event. No big screens this year - food - well it was too expensive and too mediocre. Next year... we will be doing something else as they are keeping their 'new' rules... save your £40 a ticket and do something else.
Flashback Days - Ngày của hoài niệm…
Thời gian…luôn là thứ mà người ta không bao giờ định nghĩa và hiểu được giá trị của nó. Đến rất nhanh – Qua cũng rất nhanh…rồi con người lại bị kéo vào vòng quanh của cỗ máy đó. Công việc – Tình cảm, có ai đảm bảo rằng qua năm tháng, mọi thứ sẽ còn bền vững, sẽ mãi như tờ giấy trắng ghi những nét mực đầu tiên. Một khi trang giấy đã ngả màu, thì lại tiếp tục một trang giấy mới lại được bắt đầu vẽ…
Và những cái còn lại trong suy nghĩ, trong trang giấy vàng ố là những hoài niệm và quá khứ. Vậy thì hãy sống cho hiện tại và trân trọng những cái đi qua…dù có thay đổi trong tương lai nhưng thứ đã trôi qua chính là một góc tâm hồn bị che phủ…
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Stylist by Bo
Model : Vanessa & Maria
I found a sweet batch of old family photos in an upstairs closet earlier this week, which included this amusing photo of myself enjoying some chocolate on Easter morning, circa April 1976. (I know this only because the date was stamped by the photo processor on the back of the print.) Jennie says that our daughter bares a strong resemblence to the young lad in this photo. What do ya think?
Much of the church's business is about temptation. I have resisted, and in so doing you'll have to imagine that the Church of St Maurice isn't crooked; it is as straight as its sermons.
Why? There are other angles and partial views from the keep of Plympton Castle which place it in the broader landscape. There it is as upright as its morals. This view, distorted by the wide-angle needed to fit it in, tells a truth about this place. The high wall on George Lane, where I'm standing, pinches it in between the convergent Barbican Road and Church Road. Those names say it all. Barbican relates to fortification and that road runs down from the castle. Church Road is the crooked street swinging up from Fore Street, the main drag, my granny's street. This is a small church, squeezed into a small space, the tops of stelæ peeking over the wall a reminder us of how this space was used.