Photos from Fambridge
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decoy
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decoy
Photos from France
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- Orlo
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- Elodie sleeping
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- Orlo chortling
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- Dod relaxing in the pool
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- off for a bike ride
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- checking out fallen mulberries
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- throwing pine cones
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- furthest throw wins
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- rio
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- the pushbike
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- off to check out the donkey
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- speeding along
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- big ears
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- sups
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- mamishou with elodie
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- orlo
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- orlo again
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- such taste
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- cheesy grin
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- more melon
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- papa and orlo
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- laughing at hannah pulling a face
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- hannah pulling a face
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- chortle
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- quite revolting
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- elodie dozing
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- mama and elodie
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- off to the playground
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- a witch!
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- enjoying the countryside
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- more enjoyment
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- to the playground!
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- each in their own nest
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- hmmm… rice biscuit
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- warming up after a swim
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- kettle chips
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- swimming with mama
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dodman
Pigeon Pie
Having spent a few moments admiring my NZ spinach bed:
Liv’s chillies:
Mama’s grapes:
And my Hawaian lettuces:
I heard myself pontificating on how few marauding pigeons there were about the place these days. I surmised it must be due to the psychic reverberations through the ether after my having caught and killed several birds, slicing their breasts from their bodies while still warm in my frenzy, before frying them in butter.
At that moment, a faint fluttering to my left betrayed this fiend sitting on a single egg:
And then, incredibly, on my right, though more difficult to see, another of the same ilk keeping a couple of scrawny chicks warm:
Both are within easy reach … is this a test?
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dodman
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pinkie
Hi, Pinkie. What’s occurring?
I’ll tell you what’s occurring! Unacceptable behaviour in the form of cheesy feet in enclosed spaces is occurring! Let me tell you the details…
On our return flight from Toulouse, I practically jumped for joy when I realised that I wouldn’t have a small child kicking the back of my seat for the whole flight. Instead the passengers behind me looked calm and still. Fabulous I thought, I can sit and read in peace… possibly even catch 40 winks. But lo! 20 minutes later my nostrils were assorted by the most acrid, vinegary cheesy smell I have ever encountered! Looking around I couldn’t see where this sickly smell was seaping from; but I knew all to well what it was…
“I smell stinky feet!” I said in a loud voice (much to Decoy’s embarrassment), hoping that the offender would replace their socks and shoes and that would be the end of the matter, but it wasn’t. After a while, the smell either went away or my nostrils had become totally inebriated and stopped functioning properly. Content with this sensory stand-off, I proceeded with my book. But the trauma was not over.
After a rather manky and expensive bacon roll, the smell returned and threw me forward in my seat. It was extraordinarily bad. Bad, bad, bad! I placed my arms on the arm rests and contemplated sticking tissue up my nose when I felt something sweaty and crusty under my arms. Jeepers! The lady behind me (and I use the term lightly because no lady I’ve ever known had feet that smelt that bad) had straddled the back of my seat and was resting both feet, yes both feet, on my arm rests. T.O.T.A.L.L.Y U.N.A.C.C.E.P.TA.B.L.E!
“Oh, my God someone has put their stinky feet on my arms rests!” (More shrinking into the seat by Decoy). Still no reaction. I was considering a more direct approach, but my courage depleats rapidly in face to face verbal combat. So I looked desperately at Decoy, who, at the speed of light whipped up the middle arm rest as quick-as-you-like! Mercifully, the hint was taken, but left me wondering, who would really think that that was ever acceptable. If you are unaware of your foot odour and remove your socks, well that’s mildly forgivable and in all probability the feet could do with an airing. However, to knowingly place your feet, stinky or not, into someone’s personal space is just rude!
Anyway, the point of my rant (and because this sort of thing happens to me on planes alot… unlucky I know) is go prepared. Go prepared either to say ” please desist your feet are terrible” in 4 different languages. Or take a nose clip and some clensing wipes (for their use, not yours).
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decoy
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carotte
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dodman
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decoy
I tweeted this yesterday, but thought it was worth blogging.
oil spill comparison
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dodman
Keeping calm under pressure
As Kevin Keegan wondered, how long will it be before this guy’s hair is as white as his?
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dodman
Dawn chorus
France captain Patrice Evra has already blamed the noise generated by the vuvuzelas, which has been likened to the drone of thousands of bees, for his side’s poor showing in their opening group game against Uruguay, which finished goalless.
He said: “We can’t sleep at night because of the vuvuzelas. People start playing them from 6am.”
It certainly didn’t affect England, though. They played as crappily, throughout, as they usually do, with wonderful displays of possession, most of which might as well have terminated in a back pass to the keeper – as they often did!
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pinkie
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pinkie
Last night as I made my weary way to bed, I switched off the bedroom lights and crossed the bedroom floor. As I was walking across Liv’s side, I trod on numerous laptop cables and phone chargers and something cable-like which i didn’t quite recognise. As I lay in bed, I began puzzling (in my half sleep) about this weird cable. Something wasn’t right. After about 3 minutes, the curiosity got to me and I peered over the edge of the bed. There was indeed, an unidentifed object lying 30cms from my nose. I tentively reached across and turned on the lamp… I’d like to have said I remained calm… “Snake! Snake! There’s a freakin’ snake in the room!” I bellowed to Liv who was having a (previously) relaxing shower. I don’t know how I did it, but I made it to the bathroom only placing my feet on the carpet 3 times, locking the door, hurling a towel on the floor (to block the gap between the door and floor – quite resourceful of me I thought) and jumped on the loo seat. I refused to move until Liv, who I’m not sure believed me at first, picked up the stiff and definitely dead snake and put it in the kitchen bin. Apparently the dessicated snake had been chewed on, probably by Dolly who likened it to a cat version of billtong.
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dodman
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solid
Blogging from an i pad in an apple store in ginza. Fantastic device!
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decoy
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solid
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Blast zoundry!
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solid
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Hail!
Here are some pictures that have been hanging around for ages!
Snow on our roof.
In front of a high tec train.
The quiet mountain town we went to for our onsen trip a while back.
Ingenious method of keeping snow off the road. Water is sprayed from cats eye like things continuously.
View from the window of our onsen. That cage on the right contained a couple of bears, which i didn’t photograph for some reason!
Mayumi!
Our drink store.
The traditional finery
The resplendant meal!
Tucking in to the Udon noodles.
Me too!
Snow with bamboo.
Pretty genki around here. Looking forward to popping back in a few months!
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decoy
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dodman
decoy 11:19 pm on 27/07/2010 Permalink | Log in to Reply
looking at the third pic, i think i need to be on a diet!