This is definitely a day when I can be grateful for being unemployed. Yesterday evening I was at the Thames Festival, with my niece and some friends, and we stayed for the carnival procession and the fireworks, consuming cider all the while, so I have a slight hangover this morning, and don't seem to be able to bend my knees ( Read more... )

Some of my pottering plans for yesterday were disrupted by an unexpected invitation from my old friends the DrunkPeople, to see the Lord Mayor's Show fireworks over the Thames. The display was as spectacular as ever, with a lot of interesting designer colours like pale mauve and peach, although it was only ten minutes long, compared to fifteen ( Read more... )

It's funny how, if I have my usual Sunday of rising late, reading newspapers and snarking at Gardener's Question Time and the Food Programme, the day seems to fritter itself away very quickly, while if I actually do anything it seems to last much longer. Yesterday, I was up reasonably early to make stew and sort box after box of fabric, then ( Read more... )

A pleasant day at Strawberry Hill yesterday, with, finally, a proper history lecture from the woman who is replacing Skippy as he wanders off to the States to do who knows what. This may be the last time we go to Strawberry, and we've done little or nothing there, apart from wander around aimlessly and listen to lectures under uncomfortable ( Read more... )

The bombardment didn't go on as long as it did last year, despite a perfect clear night. I spent an hour or so on the terrace, watching the big displays in the distance, and the very much closer display from the people on the roof across the road. Rather oddly, I'd not thought of letting off fireworks from the terrace, but maybe I should try it ( Read more... )