Showing posts with label the lengths I go to for blog pic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the lengths I go to for blog pic. Show all posts

9 February 2013

This week I'll be mostly not sure what to write

How do you spell horribilis?
For one reason or another, we've been holding our breath since the end of September. If the Queen had had a year like that, she would've called it an annus horribilis.

For one reason or another, I've not really been in the mood for writing.

(Yes, yes, I know, yet another blog about writing blogs. Yawn.)

So now that I've decided to think about the possibility of getting around to putting pen to paper, I have a dilemma.

Do I ...
(a) continue with the recent vein of depressing drivel that I've been churning out recently about various forms of public transport, and financial woes, and the like?
Or
(b) return to some of the more light-hearted topics of a few years ago, like finding scary stuff in the fridge, and riding cows bare-back, and severed legs in carrier bags?

24 February 2008

This week I'll be mostly showering alfresco

The lengths I go to for blog pic.
The title makes it sound more shocking than it is.

In our new house, the shower cubicle looks out of the bathroom window, which looks out of the front of the house, which isn't overlooked by anything else. So unlike any house I've ever lived in before, there's the very real and present possibility of leaving the window and blinds open, and being able to see and hear the great outdoors while showering.

Outside, the wind rustles through the trees. Southward in the distance the sun glints off of the sea. Nearby the sea birds can be heard. Eastward are fields where the Jersey cows graze.

The last paragraph makes it sound more romantic than it is.

In reality the wind in the trees can be heard only when the road noise quietens down. Southward, the sea is a tiny triangle of blue between a couple of trees - you have to know exactly where to look, and can't possibly see it if there's the vaguest hint of fog or mist. The birds are seagulls squawking noisily on the roof. Yes there are fields nearby, but with the road alongside the cows never come over this way, what with the racket from the traffic.

That last paragraph makes it sound more tedious than it is.

Even with the traffic and the fog and the seagulls, there's no better way to start the day.  If you're driving up to Five Oaks at 8am on a Saturday morning, best keep your eyes on the road when you pass our place.