Archives for Aug 2005
24th August, 2005
After the Ironing Is Done
Let's start with the good news... Sarah is now much better. Wahay! Thanks for all the well wishes.
It was absolutely fabulous to see how the great ironing debate split comment in this post. I can't say that I'm surprised, though. There must be few among us who wake up brimming with the urge to iron, but there are those who are made of the stern stuff of housekeeping fibre. These people are commited, absolutely, to the flatness and correct creases of all the clothes in their home. I love those people, not least because Sarah happens to be one of them.
18th August, 2005
Mrs Owl, Please Get Well Soon!
Today I took C and Baby E out to Ilkley, which is a really nice place with a park, a river, and an outdoor swimming pool. We had a pretty good day of weather, though apparently that's all about to change with floods predicted here in Yorkshire over the weekend. Very exciting.
17th August, 2005
Yachts, Festivals, Penguins and Pirates (Part 2)
(aka Sheltering in the Amazon Rainforest)
It was absolutely chucking it down on Monday, which was the first day we'd slated for going out on our Isle of Wight holiday. We're British, so we set off regardless, straining to see anything in front of us but horizontal rain on our way to the beach.
15th August, 2005
Teeth Bared
On Friday morning Sarah went for some root canal treatment on her lower front teeth. She hates the dentist for two very good reasons.
9th August, 2005
Yachts, Festivals, Penguins and Pirates (Part 1)
There is a legend that you could stand every single person alive on the earth today on the Isle of Wight. If you know anything about the Isle of Wight you'd know that if you ever tried such a thing bits of it would simply crumble and sink with barely any fuss into the sea, taking whatever population with it.
28th August, 2005
Crivens
There's two computers in the Owl's nest, and both of them have broken down this week. In consequence, I've lost about two years of e-mails, all of my address book, and almost a gigabyte of music that wasn't mine. Not to mention the washing machine.
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