Updates from June, 2010

  • carotte 9:03 pm on 26/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Baby Girl 



     
  • dodman 8:15 am on 22/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Blue lagoon 

    Mama and friend in the sea at Elmer.

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  • decoy 5:00 pm on 20/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment
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    I tweeted this yesterday, but thought it was worth blogging.

    oil spill comparison

     
  • dodman 9:56 pm on 19/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Keeping calm under pressure 

    As Kevin Keegan wondered, how long will it be before this guy’s hair is as white as his?

     
  • dodman 3:03 pm on 13/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    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!

     
  • pinkie 10:45 pm on 12/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Relaxing in the hammock 

     
  • pinkie 8:13 pm on 05/06/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    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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