Bernard’s been taking quite an interest in photography lately, so Karen has donated her old digital camera. It’s working fairly well, and the absence of complicated features is an advantage, though he still hasn’t quite got to grips with the user interface. I’m really looking forward to seeing the kinds of photos that he takes once he “gets” it.
In Richmond Park.
Maisy has spent most of the afternoon rolling around on the floor, sticking her arse in the air and making peculiar growling noises. This is the feline equivalent of standing in the middle of the shopping centre shouting “what does a girl have to do to get some DICK round here?”
So, yeah, it looks like she hasn’t been spayed after all then.
I know, I know, “she’s going to be so embarrassed when she grows up and reads this.”
I have very subtly allocated this goose the nickname of “stumpy”. He has the most awesome hop.
Left to right: Epiphone SG and Squier Vintage Modified Fretless Jazz (in the sitting room), Aria Sinsonido fretless and Richwood RD-18-EQ (on adjacent walls in the Man Cave) and a Yamaha BBG4SII (on the opposite wall in the Man Cave). The Aria is on a custom-built mount, but the others can move about as my mood dictates.
Not pictured – my Jim Harley P-bass copy. Those who are regular watchers of my Flickr account will have seen a photo of it recently. I keep it in a soft case because I very rarely play it.
In Richmond Park.
I wish that I’d planned this a bit better, and filmed the cheese from the moment when it went into the oven. And used a tripod too. Next time.
And yes, our oven door is incredibly clean.