I had comment the other day from a couple of blog readers that I had not blogged the results of my attempt to put a kitchen shelf up during the dull and uninspiring days between Christmas and New Year. I am sorry to inform you that this event did not happen, I just couldn't do it to myself. Years of heartache told me to back off and realise that my relationship with plasterboard has always been a frosty one resulting in ramming newspaper in ...
A look at the weather forecast for the foreseeable future indicates temperatures between 10-13c which for many of us is a 15-20c swing from those snowy days in December that seem a long way away all of a sudden. So who would have thought it, the Daily Mail, Express and Sunday Times were all incorrect in stating that this was going to be our coldest winter in history as the Jet stream (pictured below) has reasserted normal service which ...
Normality is the order of the day as the late nights watching England trouncing the Aussies and the cold weather are behind us. There was something special about seeing the snow outside then curling up on the sofa with a glass of red and a quilt watching in history in the making in the sunshine thousands of miles away. It is kind of poignant that this week I have started working again, the Jet Stream has moved back over the country ...
Regular blog readers may have noticed a distinct slow down in my posts this week, well don't panic, I am neither dead, seriously ill or kidnapped, I am just dealing with the shock of working full days for the first time since 1997 which is causing major re-adjustment in my time management. Those of you have known me for some time are aware that I have ran a business for nearly fifteen years, which I am still doing. However the industry I am ...
Well we are now in to 2011 and I have spent the day with a fair to moderate hangover after making a late decision to visit the Fox at North Waltham to witness a subdued entry in to the New Year. The pub was reasonably busy and outside there was a Marquee with a party which looked like the Daily Mail readers annual ball complete with the distinct whiff of middle class smugness in the air, but hey, each to their own. I even diced ...