Hurrah for Friends – UPDATED

I am, it has to be said a very lucky girl. Yesterday, the divine Dr Bones and Maffi (who is Igor to her Dr Frankenstein) – came over and spent AGES plumbing in our new dishwasher (including a trip to Evenlode DIY for bits). All this out of love!

The Boy would like to point out that he cooked a delicious supper for us all – but the dynamic duo didn’t know this was on the cards when they minced over….thank you, thank you, thank you. I now have to work out how the thing works!

Spot the Birdie

This owl caught my eye in Oxford station today. For a split second I thought it was real! I assume it’s been placed there to scare off other birds.

Posing Maisie

My nephew (who’s twelve), was given a mobile phone for Christmas. He’s been sending me texts, and as I’d run out of things to say, I replied to his text on Saturday with this picture of Maisie. She looks rather regal.

The House of Books has no Windows

Yesterday, The Boy and I went to an exhibition at Modern Art OxfordThe House of Books has no Windows, by Janet Cardiff and George Bures Miller.

I’d been lured in by the title, and the knowledge that the exhibition was FREE. I don’t normally ‘get’ conceptual art, but I really enjoyed the show. 
The Boy took these pics on his phone, hence the rather poor quality (but hey, that makes them nice and ‘arty’) – I think I look like a little girl who’s found her perfect Wendy House :-).

Purple Passion

Every year I force bulbs under the stairs. This year, I have these purple wonders. They smell every bit as good as they look.

Yum, Yum, Yum

Last week I dusted off my apron, and made this yummy fig and walnut bread.

It was exceedingly delicious!
[The breadboard is a hippo, but in this photo it looks a bit like a Moomin doesn’t it?]

All That Remains of Us

A few years ago, The Boy and I went on holiday with my extended family to Brittany. One day we all decided to do our own thing. By coincidence my parents and the two of us, both went to the same ruined abbey within hours of each other.

It was a place of amazing peace and beauty – sadly I can’t remember it’s name.
This morning, when I was looking for something else, I came across these tomb photos. I remembered that I’d promised to send them to my Ma, as we’d both been rather taken by their location amongst the ferns.
Sorry Ma – better late than never?
[Lorna – yes, it does look phallic – calm down, it’s only a monument]