Persistent

Holidays are so much fun

I have a week off, but I seem to have so much to do that I can’t bring myself to start.

I have to do two days of work on the ‘work’ magazine so that I have assigned to half day today, half day Wednesday andmost of Friday. I can’t do Tuesday as Rebecca is off and we are going to Newcastle.

At some point this week Frank is coming around to make a bow (or at least start) and I have no idea which day as I said to him jovially “Oh, I am on holiday, so any day that suits you Frank” Urrg!

I want to start writing again, I left ‘the book’ off a while ago but ideas have been ticking through my head and I need to start again, I hope to do that this week, and I have promised to ring some companies to drum up some Xmas hamper business which I want to do so that PON has a good winter, and I will have to keep Kieran occupied when he gets back from my mums.

Of course being on holiday also means that I can’t expect Rebecca to make tea every night so I need to get that sorted too.

11am Monday, 2 hours into my week off. Oh joy!

This site cheered me up

http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/

I hope you like it too
:)

Morpeth

Two weeks ago we went into Morpeth on the Sunday afternoon and walked around one of the areas that had been hit by the floods just one week before. It was heartbreaking to see the streets lined with skips full of people’s possessions. Carpets, furniture, white goods, and the heartbreaking children’s toys, soggy wet teddy bears probably once cherished now stinking and unlovable.

Nearly every house had an industrial sized dryer/dehumidifier chugging away next to it, the long white sterile drying pipes coming out through part opened windows. All of the houses were empty. There were whole rows of deserted dead streets and full skips, and on a warm Sunday afternoon the only people around were ourselves and one other couple who were also devastation tourists.

I found some photographs on a local photographers website that shows how high the water was the rest of the pictures are at www.ljbell.com

 

Brrrrday

In olden times people looked  to gods for the naming of items.

Days of the week for example and months of the year.

I think that the opportunity of living in changeable English weather which sits nicely beside the weird weather patterns of climate change gives us the opportunity to rename the days of the week according to how the weather turns.

From this point on days should be named thus:

Mugday

Glumday

Twoday

Wetday

Brrrrrrrrday

Fryday

Flatertaterday

Just need to work on the months now.