Author Archive: Mark

Dust mask and gloves

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Well, an evening with the (virtual) PPE, and the diaries are crawling, ever so slowly, into the 20th century.  I’ve stayed to get my head around responsive themes, page building plugins and the new generation of widgets. All I need now is something to talk about.

Actually, a lot of it is about getting into a position to help Mrs B set up a business site. Having spent longer than is good for anybody’s state of mind looking for a job, she has decided to take things into her own hands. Keep a lookout if you need help with sorting out your business approach and processes wrt expert.

How long has it been?

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How long has it been?  Quite a while, I don’t really want to think about it.  Suffice to say, I ended up here ‘cos I was updating the PHP version on my hosting and thought ‘Ooh, better check WordPress is still happy.’  There are cobwebs everywhere, I could really do with a dustmask.

Sorry, I can’t face the stour.  I’ll have to work up to cleaning up and decorating in here.

Representational art

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A first for me today with Marcail producing recognisable representations of people complete with eyes, nose, mouth and hair in one and an ear in the other.  Another little milestone.

A child's drawing

With a left ear; not van Gogh then!

A child's drawing

A good head of hair this time.

Black and White

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Estuarine silt with a puppy's footprints through it

What a nice view of the sea

So, take one WHITE puppy who loves to run.  In fact, the only thing he likes better than running is running through mud.  Then go for a wander down to a nature reserve by the shore.  It’s a nice walk through ground that was only returned to a semi-natural state from being a colliery a remarkably short time ago.  Not far to the shore now.

Oh, that’s right.  This bit of the coast is dominated by tidal mud flats.  That’s mud that is predominantly black, very fine, slightly green and with a worrying smell of fish.  Oh, that’s right.Continue reading→

Terribly Un-British

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To have a car in your double garage, let alone BOTH of them. Front brakes flushed and replaced (disks and pads) in the morning followed by an afternoon of steady clearing. Et voila:

Cars in a Scottish garage.

Cars, in a garage, how un-British

It was only after her absence was noted, leading to her being found in the back of the Honda happily engrossed in the treat pouch, that I noticed Mia in this. There she is, 10 minutes prior RED PAWED in the act of affecting entry to the premises where the crime subsequently occurred.