Mice ate my brake cylinder!

Mice ate my brake cylinder!

Originally uploaded by swingnut.

Little bastards!!

Family

Family

Originally uploaded by swingnut.

Some of my family from Australia have come over on a holiday.
We met them for lunch today, and they told us some really exciting news: my cousin is going to have a baby!

Yay for family! (Current and new).

Scratch that

That ‘best thing that’s happened to us for ages’ didn’t happen after all. No bug. Maybe in month though.

A new Buddy

Today the first good thing happened in our lives for what feels like a very long time.
We have bought a new bug! (VW beetle).

We’re picking it up next week, so pics to follow…

Oh yeah! - we’ve already decided that we need to give it a new name to shake off the old identity that our local VW clubs know it by already. It’s new name is Buddy.

Dip

Dip

Originally uploaded by swingnut.

Sometimes I’m surprised by how well a photo turns out. This is one of those photos.
When I took it I thought it was poor, and when I processed it I thought that no one would really like it.
So I was pleasantly surprised by the activity on it.
In fact, I’ve fallen in love with it now, and I may even print it out and frame it.

iGrieve

In case you don’t know, Jack, our dog is no longer with us:

How he was sick

How we had to decide to end his suffering

A fitting tribute

 

This poem by W.H.Auden is the the best way I can sum up how I’ve felt ever since: 

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H Auden