I suppose I should join the party and blog about the jubilee, the queen, and stuff. Unfortunately, this is all I can manage. Sorry.
It's a sad moment when old new technology simply won't partner with new tech. Drive an Insignia? Have an old iPod? Sorry, but they won't get on.
The weekend departed as quickly as it had arrived. And, as the sun stabbed at my neck, and the endless words, politics and office heat of the day subsided, I put peril to one side and made way for the beauty of asphalt.
Yes, another photo of a field, I confess, but after an evening of said field, pub, fizz and fire in the garden, I think I'm entitled to share more of the wonders of simply being alive.
Early morning dog walks are a mixture of bleary-eyed grumpiness and the wonders of nature. I think summer might be here.
Regular readers of my blog will have noted that recent posts have been scarce. Sorry. This is down to time - or lack of it - and the gradual realisation that sitting down every week to pen a recount of a recent escapade is about as achievable as developing a liking for George Osbourne. It's … Continue reading Time to phlog