Monthly Archives: January 2018

Weepings by the waves

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Everything was wet and seeping…  (Click thumbnail for the gallery)

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Eighteen thousand steps

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… which is enough for a person of a certain age, especially when quite a few of them were up hill (and equally painfully, down hill) even with some youthful assistance in the traction department.

Thus sausage and lentil soup among the distinctly original, massive and wonky half-timbering was quite a Cunning Plan, which fortified us for the main Cunning Plan.  I approve automatically of any food establishment which runs its own bring-and-share book shelf, though I would probably eschew most of these titles.

I bought a microwave egg poacher in 2002

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It has finally come in useful.

The week’s events have been insufficiently minute to describe, so I went looking for some smaller ones.  It’s not exactly the season for pond dipping and the water fleas aren’t as fat and frolicsome as summer ones, but still quite a good population.  Looking for small dishes for the microscope platform, the egg poacher fell victim and was scissored into convenient modules.  (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

Once they had done their unwilling duty, I liberated the beasties back into their larger world.

Not ready for it

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I’d had enough grim, so the next audiobook was selected for harmlessness.

It is true that Lady Flora Hastings’ fate was bitter, but the tale of George Eliot’s perhaps unladylike hand is innocuous, it was amusing to see Hughes get Darwin’s beard entangled in a compromise of the scientific principle, and the story of Fanny Cornforth is no more than louche.  I therefore walked unprepared into the account of the Fanny Adams murder case which concludes the book.  It’s not something I’d heard of before, and to be honest I wish I hadn’t heard it now, especially late in the evening; it needed quite a sweetener to take the taste away.

Sighing

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… with relief.  Apparently some of the metaphors played 🙂  And the bits that wouldn’t go into the suitcase don’t seem to have been too disastrous, leaving me a respectable % – quite pleasing, considering it’s twenty years since the last bout of academic prose.  On to the next…

Grandmother’s footsteps

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First I unbuttoned the coat; next took off my gloves; then my hat; unwound the scarf; and eventually removed the coat altogether.  Not a warm day, but benign with sun and stillness.

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