Lucy Through the Looking Glass

Alice and the Red Queen running hand in hand (Illustration to Chapter 2 of Through the Looking-Glass) by John Tenniel. Wood-engraving by the Dalziels.

…they were running hand in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all she could do to keep up with her…The most curious part of the thing was, that the trees and the other things around them never seemed to changed their places at all…

Aaagh – the ladder the techno-garret is broken, which means that I can’t get to the home PC, which makes it a pain in the backside to upload my pics. However, panic not as life has rather been geting in the way of photography (or art, beer, reading or any other usual activity).in the last week or so:

  • The Boy and I have been up to Huddersfield for Holly’s 5th birthday
  • The Boy has been to Iceland (returning with a cuddly puffin, a lump of lava, some rather nice glass coasters, postcards and ears full of black volcanic sand)
  • I’ve stayed with my friend Nick, who’s daughter Hattie, has doubled in size, grown teeth and started walking since I last saw her
  • Gertie’s 99th birthday has meant that we’ve had a house full of relatives (with overspill in a B&B) from Thursday onwards

I’m glad to say that the party went really well. Gertie couldn’t participate much but all her UK family was there (and she loved Sue’s picture).

All very jolly, but absolutely exhausting. The house looks like a bomb’s hit it and we’ve a pile of ironing the size of a Shetland pony, or should that be Icelandic horse? I still haven’t had a chance to just sit down and get familiar with the D80 controls. To cap it all we’re coming up to year end at work, so I’m up to my elbows in spreadsheets and stats (and I can make an Excel spreadsheet move into a different dimension – and not in a good way).

So, I’m sorry if I owe you a letter, phone call, text, email or haven’t posed for you. It’ll happen

Cooking with Elijah

Hmm – I seem to have been using my sexy D80 just as a snap camera, rather than doing lots of whizzy things. What the hell, I’ve given up guilt.

Here is Maisie enjoying the sunshine.

Last night we had a pile (what is the collective noun for vicars – prudence?) of vicars over. As you can see Fr Rattue, Fr McFarlane and Canon Canon Rev Dr Maltby clustered to one end – talking about sacraments (or was it the bridesmaid who fell out of her dress?).

Meanwhile Prof Moore and Dr Bones were also having a good chinwag. By the look of it not about infinity. I think Dr B just saw the size of the box of chocs that Adrian brought.

I hope everyone wanted their lamb well done….