Had a fantastic day on Sunday. Went to see the Paul Klee show at the Hayward and then took in Coppola’s “The Conversation” - yes Billy, I did spot the changed inflection ;-)
Nick and I spent a large part of yesterday afternoon walking around John Lewis with a ‘baby clobber consultant’. This was the first time I pushed a pram in public (strange) and the first time the sheer logistical impact of our soon-to-be-here bairn struck home.
Which was designed to look like it might have come from the ammunition store at Colditz. The were lots of achtungs and zis and zat and so on… Imagine my surprise when this showed up on an email list I subscribe to http://www.cs.wustl.edu/~cleeland/blinken.html It’s the same sign, except “turntable” has been replaced by “computer” - in more ways than one I’m sure…
Damn, I’m trying to get all these personal projects together and failing miserably. Ever since we moved Pumpernickle out of Berkeley Street, I can’t seem to focus on anything for any significant length of time. The two food sites are almost finished, the design thing is close and I’ve got two more that I can’t seem to get off the drawing board.
Recovering from a weekend spent in Devon, celebrating Jed & Ruth’s 40th (Ruby) wedding anniversary. Dug and I had both been rather dreading the prospect of “hosting” tables at a formal dinner populated by weird grey-beard Budleigh-ites, but it turned out we were the uptight ones and it was good fun.
I was just cleaning out some backup space on the server, and you know how when you’re trying to throw away old magazines and you can’t help reading the articles and you end up not throwing half of them away?
If anyone reading this has had a good experience with bathroom designers (that’s another word for building contractor…) in London, UK please drop me an email with contact details. I’ve spent the day talking tub widths and my head is ready to explode. Also, the bloody prices are incredible grrrrrr :-(
Nicki and I just had a fantastic day down in Kent.There’s a particularly enjoyable type of British leisure activity that involves grey skies, wet lay-bys and hot mugs of tea (or pints of real ale) and today was definitely one of those. Had lunch in a gorgeous little pub in the Creek in Faversham (very good bitter), dropped off broken Snell speakers at obscure little audio supplier in an oast house stuck in a muddy field between a working farm and an adult education center, and visited the Isle of Sheppey (http://www.wyc.org.uk/).
Ruth, my mother, reads this log and has sent in corrections about the previous post. I have edited the post the get the facts straight (thanks Ruth). I’m trying to get her to keep her own web log as I know so little of her pre-married life, and I’m sure my children would like to read about it too at some point in their lives.