A five mile walk on Easter Sunday. Just us,
some sheep,
a brook,
the railway,
and plenty of blue skies.
Perfect,
just perfect x
Archive for April, 2009
The lovely Laura over at Dropstitch tagged me a while ago for a photo meme. La rules,
“Open the 6th picture folder on your computer, open the 6th photo and blog it. Write something about it. Then tag 6 more people to do the same.”
This photo is from my first visit to Berlin with my old university friend Helen. I’m meant to be taking a photo of myself wearing a mustache but as you can see the face-camera-mustache alignment has totally gone to pot so I just look slightly dozy and a little confused.
In the nicest possible way, Helen has always been kind of a kook. She was on my course at uni and I met her through a friend of a friend and we ended up living together in our second year. I think a lot of the time I took Helen for granted, but she’s been one hell of a friend throughout the years. She has also been the source of many a you-won’t-believe-this-but-it’s-true kind of story that are always fun to tell when there’s a quiet moment in conversation. Like the time when she was younger and cut the tendon in her thumb opening a can of food for the cat. Not wanting to disturb the babysitter, she fixed her hand up with sellotape and went to bed. When her parents came home a few hours later they found Helen fast asleep in a puddle of sticky tape and blood. She still can’t move her left thumb.
I went to Berlin with Helen because John is a big chicken and therefore afraid of flying. So he stayed home and looked after Donald for the week and had to make do with the odd phone call, black bread, and an ’I Love Berlin’ lighter when I got back. For those of you out there considering Helen as a travelling companion, I would highly recommend her.
She lives in London now and is going out with a 50 year old transvestite guitar player. I miss her very much and worry about her in equal measure. I’m not going to tag anyone for this but if you want to play you’re welcome to! x
John and I went out for a Sunday jaunt to the local retail park this morning and for the want of any decent adult grown-up magazines, I opted for Anorak instead. The English teacher side of me was rather proud this issue too…
I’m thinking of taking it into show my A Level English Language students who still have a hard time with grammar terminology. Mind you, who don’t struggle with past participles and split infinitives from time to time. One of my favourite bits was thinking about the words you use. I’ve filled in my answers to the questions below – you can tell I’m a teacher by my most repeated word – so what about you? Any words that make you squirm or light up with glee?! Let me know! x
