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In a rare moment of technical understanding/inclination/having my credit card in my hand while online, I upgraded to a paid account so I could post photos more easily.
Here, mostly for posterity, but perhaps also for your viewing pleasure (particularly if you like badly-framed photographs of the Beds/Bucks region) is a snapshot of my snapshots of 2006.
Our new house. We exchange tomorrow, and hope to move in on 5 August. Warming will follow.
DJ strange_powers at scissorkicks' birthday party.
That London. It only comes in primary colours.
ATP, where biscuits were consumed, and occasionally placed on eyelids. I'm not sure if there was a reason why.
Iceland, formerly Bejam.
Tubewalking - the one where we all rode the route on red elephants.
Chibi, who now lives happily with the old lady next door, and has a sparkly red collar.
Pretending to be Danny Dunn in Willen Park.
While barbecuing courgettes in our back garden one balmy evening, we noticed a fiery apocalypse explode over the top left hand side of our roof.
It turned out to be a balloon.
More balloons, tucked up the T-shirts of my two oldest friends. That's what I'm telling myself, as we're clearly not grown up enough to have children of our own. That'd just be odd.
Here, mostly for posterity, but perhaps also for your viewing pleasure (particularly if you like badly-framed photographs of the Beds/Bucks region) is a snapshot of my snapshots of 2006.
Our new house. We exchange tomorrow, and hope to move in on 5 August. Warming will follow.
DJ strange_powers at scissorkicks' birthday party.
That London. It only comes in primary colours.
ATP, where biscuits were consumed, and occasionally placed on eyelids. I'm not sure if there was a reason why.
Iceland, formerly Bejam.
Tubewalking - the one where we all rode the route on red elephants.
Chibi, who now lives happily with the old lady next door, and has a sparkly red collar.
Pretending to be Danny Dunn in Willen Park.
While barbecuing courgettes in our back garden one balmy evening, we noticed a fiery apocalypse explode over the top left hand side of our roof.
It turned out to be a balloon.
More balloons, tucked up the T-shirts of my two oldest friends. That's what I'm telling myself, as we're clearly not grown up enough to have children of our own. That'd just be odd.