us and frank cat Fi | 26 Mar 2007
Chris and Fiona came along to the quiz at the pub again. We have a blast and love going. We defended our first place winning position from last time but only managed third. Its a good evening out and in wonderful company but next time we’ve gotta do better – if only to prove to the team seated next to us that we did NOT crib off them.
A weekend on the east coast at Whitby for Fi’s work conference. Took AGES to get there. As He says, all the roads that get you there have numbers that are FAR too long. He’s MUCH happier with a single digit road number. Whitby is a lovely place though. During the conference He played the ‘body’ for a search dog demonstration, burying himself in a pile of dead bracken and waiting to be sniffed out by the lovely Dottie dog. After all the work was done we had a few hours in the town. Fish ‘n’ chips (twice!), a harbour foray, a beach bimble, too much gin at a wonderful pub with the friendliest of landlords (The Granby) and a fiasco concerning changing the clocks back-forward-back?!
There was a brilliant busker at the harbour – a great voice (redolent of the great Oliver Postgate) and a lot of fun. Listening to him was like being a kid in the 60s again – ‘Listen with Mother’, ‘Music and Movement’ in vest and knickers and cheap plimsolls at school. Its great that English eccentrics are alive and kicking – in North Yorkshire.
More on the great ‘cock clock-up’. SO many people reminded us to change the clocks FORWARD… I laughed at them to have to remind ME! So much for blasé. I was tired when I went to bed and changed the clock BACK instead… ooops. The landlords of the B&B sent their kids to play outside our room when we didn’t show for breakfast but I just lay there reading and waiting until I THOUGHT it was 8. I didn’t believe He that it was in fact almost 10 until he made me switch on the TV to see the teletext date. We missed breakfast and had to make an entrance into the hallway to much amusement from fellow guests and hosts. He has sacked me as his honorary PA now!
At my office this morning these cute ducks were let out and were new to the concept of ice. I wasn’t sure if the ones at the end were fighting or mating!
music:festivals Fi | 19 Mar 2007
Salsa Celtica were exquisitely sexy… if you can’t see them live buy a CD and hold a salsa party!
Its a pain that we can’t make the gig next weekend to see T and LaTouche (work stuff, sadly). Hey ho.
fun:friends Fi | 16 Mar 2007
Its been a while since the eyesight has degenerated to that which needs reading glasses, and I’d got used to it. But now I have to fully accept the creeping years.
I didn’t realise it at the time but, by buying a couple of CDs of birdsong, I was accepting a badge of middle-age. They’re lovely though – perfect for putting on the iPod by the bed and going to sleep to.
Maybe birdsong should replace the kind of horrid ‘pop’ that assaults our ears in shopping centres, supermarkets and lifts. wouldn’t it be good to hear the calming tweetles of birds at the hairdresser too – I don’t spend vast sums of money to wish that the appointment passes quickly so I can escape the noise. Having a hair cut, scalp massage and pamper-session would be hugely enhanced. Life is getting too loud!
He has been told today too that he needs reading glasses. Ha-ha.
stuff Fi | 15 Mar 2007
us and frank cat Fi | 15 Mar 2007
He’s been talking himself into it for ages and has been and gone and done it. A SatNav for his car. One of my favourite things is to be driven by him in his 06 VW Jetta. Its the most comfortable car I’ve ever driven or been driven in – the Guardian paper reviewed it as the Bottle Opener with a Decent Car Attached. I feared that the SatNav would have a nasty ‘Uhmurikun’ voice cutting into the atmosphere and music, but I’m opening up to the drip-drip-drip of being convinced – I was the same about mobile phones and flat screen TV… BEFORE I had them. Oh – go on – OK – I admit it. It HAS proved useful…a couple of times. It probably won’t be long though before they are banned. Aren’t they even more distracting than a mobile phone?
UPDATE – May07. Ok Ok! I give in. It IS a good thing. So what that I’ve back-tracked and changed my mind. It served us VERY well on holiday.
us and frank cat Fi | 15 Mar 2007
We’ve got a new stable-style back door and sturdy front door. The stable-door is lovely, perfect for the back porch and a massive improvement. The front door – despite being hand-made managed to omit a letterbox, so Richard, the builder, had to put one in.
Giac has done his fair share of gatecrashing church events. Up to date, and those episodes that we know about are: he joined in the Remembrance Sunday service by wrapping himself around the legs of the congregation outside at the cross, and then climbing up the cross to say hello from above, then he was found snoozing on the pastors velvet-cushioned chair inside the church, then (and worst yet) he expressed rather too much curiosity during a burial and tried to drop into the grave onto the coffin. He’s tried to stowaway in peoples cars, and last year succeeded when Lolly found him sitting regally on her back seat 50 miles into a journey. He always walks with He and I to the pub – his ginger tail raised like a flag. Then he waits outside until he can escort us safely home.
In the last few days he’s been trying to come to terms with a new cat flap (there’s a new stable-style door on the back porch). A la Winnie the Pooh stuck-in-a-rabbit-hole-after-eating-too-much-honey.
What a thrill. Someone has awarded one of my YouTube films 5 stars!
Its of Castlerigg Stone Circle and Derwentwater one Sunday this February.
We’ve been spending time practicing on guitar. Last weekend for the first time He and I even experimented with playing the SAME guitar, sitting on the floor by the fire, me picking and strumming and He working the frets from behind me. How much fun is THAT? Maybe the wine helped keep things fluid.
We saw REAL guitar work on Saturday evening – Ian Siegal. Growly-voiced, lustful lyrics and fiery guitar. A good night. I’ve reviewed it for a couple of papers.
This weekend it was Shooglenifty, pretty good stuff. Next weekend its Salsa Celtica, during which I look forward to some wiggly slovenly dancing. Been looking forward to that one for a while.