Thursday, December 21, 2006

going home for Christmas

frost and fog, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

Not long now until Christmas. I'm heading to London and then Cheltenham tomorrow. Probably not much blogging over the next week or so, although I might do a 2006 roundup at some point.

Have a wonderful and blessed Christmas, whatever you get up to.

I'll see you in the New Year.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

odd day

The back brake on my bike jammed this morning, so I had to take it to the bike shop and then walk to work. Today has been a bit disjointed so far. Work has been broken up by the delivery of a large quantity of lunch from the caterers we're trying out and an important phone call to ask a question to which I didn't know the answer and will be broken up again by walking to fetch my bike from the repair shop at 4pm.

Currently stuck in my head, Victoria by the Kinks, or more likely the version by The Fall since that's the one I've heard most recently. All the fault of this post about Christmas traditions on 'Tis the Season. Which is far more entertaining than my wittering, so go and read that instead.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

pink fog

pink fog, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

The day stayed cold and frosty and got foggy.
The fog made the trees beautiful and mysterious. As the sun went down, everything turned pink.

mulberry bush morning

frosty web 2, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

It's cold and frosty, a proper winter day. Outside the back gate, the spider webs are wearing diamonds.

Monday, December 18, 2006

yesterday was a good day

light sticks 002, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

Christmas services at church, including a carol service in the evening when I sang in the choir. We had a houseful of people round for lunch and spent the afternoon chatting and having fun. Then after church, a bunch of us went to The Snug, where there's a guy with a piano playing jazz-ish stuff on Sunday nights and someone gave us light sticks to play with.

is this thing on?

I've moved to Blogger beta. I think.

See if this works.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Queen of Carthage acheived nothing (4)*

Today's been a good day and a bad day.

Good day: I had a meeting with someone who does a vaguely equivalent job to mine in another organisation and got all inspired about ways I could do my job better and things I could do.

Bad day: Lots of the things I could do involve doing scary things I don't like, like networking and phoning people up and there's only little old me to do them. This is probably why I've achieved nothing since I got back from the meeting and feel all worn out and daunted by the whole thing again.

Other news: This is now the longest lasting job I've had. Which ought to be celebrated in some way.

This is my least favourite time of year because I have to get up in the dark, go home in the dark and generally never see my home in the daylight during the week. It's also a fun time of year because it's nearly Christmas.

I'm going to a party on Saturday and the theme is 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'. Any ideas what I should dress up as? Preferably something easy and non-embarassing. If I had unlimited time, money and bravery I'd make something like Bjork's swan dress (scroll down), but in the real world, that's never going to work. Might manage a swan beak I suppose. Or borrow a recorder, convince lots of other people to find recorders so we can be 10 pipers piping.

*It's a cryptic crossword clue. See if you can answer it in the comments.

Monday, December 11, 2006

sunday morning sky

sunday morning sky 9, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

I'm back in internet contact.

Here's the amazing Sunday morning sky from a week ago yesterday. I was in Northamptonshire on my church 18-30s group weekend away. I had a brilliant time.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

it's raining, it's pouring

I'm at home in Walthamstow while Turk gets his running board fixed. It's raining.

On the bus coming back from the garage this morning, I overheard a lad in a baseball cap talking on his mobile. He had a deep voice and a way of Enunciating. Every. Word. so that whatever he said sounded terribly sinister.

"You. Sat. On. The. Bench.
I Know You.
You. Did. You. Were. On. The. BENCH!

You Stayed. At. Your. MUM'S. Did. You? At. Your MUM's?"

Most odd.