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Do you believe in fairies?


Do you believe in fairies? I do.

I had a conversation about fairies recently with Annabelle of Annabelle Franklin: Author.  Go and take a look at her blog, she tells some charming tales about her little rescue dog, Millie.  I told her I’d seen a fairy while I was out walking Douggie the doggie in the woods. I’m not sure she believed me so I told her I’d provide photographic evidence.

Here it is. is this not just the most beautiful fairy you have ever seen?

Copyright

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Take a deep breath and count to 10


Ok. You know I love you dropping by, leaving comments and clicking the ‘Like’ button, all that makes me happy. There’s nothing I like better than to write a post that I know (hope)  will make you smile. ‘Spread The Joy’, that’s my motto.

However, sometimes there’s no joy to spread. Sometimes there’s nothing to spread but a great big mountain of crap.

Far be it from me to bore you with my bitching , moaning  and complaining about my lot on here  but there are times when I have to remind myself that I began this blog as a chronicle of my life, loves, trials and challenges and that by it’s very nature can’t always be sunny side up…….so brace yourself for a moan fest.

I won’t be offended if you decide to move swiftly on as self-pity is never attractive to witness but I’ve had a bastard few days and I need to get it off my ample chest.

1. The snow. Came. Snowed. Buggered off. leaving us sub zero temperatures, icy winds  and treacherous roads and pavements. Short changed in the snow department. Even fecking Turkey has had snow. Where’s mine?

2. Wedding fair time again. We have a huuuuge wedding fair coming up this weekend. Our display banner got damaged (not pointing any fingers but the culprit isn’t far away) so I spent 5 hours last Saturday designing a new one and pretty damn pleased I was too when I’d finished it. What’s wrong with that I can hear you saying?

I’ll tell you what’s fecking wrong with that. The design software couldn’t handle a file that big so it let me do all the design work – all 5 hours of it  – and then refused to export it so I could send it for printing. After it had crashed 6 times I got the message and spent most of the following day doing exactly the same work in Photoshop. It’s a good job I’m the Photoshop queen. Still it’s not like I wanted to have any leisure time last weekend – I was thrilled to be tied to my computer all weekend on the only free weekend we have for 6 weeks. NOT!

3. Driving over to the printer’s with the aforementioned artwork on a cd, my car broke down. Two hours of sitting in my car in the also aforementioned sub zero temperatures before the AA man turned up didn’t put me in the best frame of mind. After being towed back to my home town. I discovered that  the problem is  the timing chain again. You know, the timing chain that never fails once in the car’s lifetime never mind twice. Major expense and even more major inconvenience.  It appears that my car is terminally ill and is fit only for the knacker’s yard. Not so much a Grand Vitara as a bag of shit Vitara.  Knacker’s yard it is, then.

4. Got a tax refund . YAY!!  That’ll pay for the repairs to the car. Len tried to cheer my up by saying that the tax man paid for it and at least I won’t be out of pocket but that pissed me off even more, I’d had plans for that money and they didn’t include repairing the car. I feel like someone has given me a present and then snatched it back off me.

5.  The cat howling  woke me up from a dream argument with a woman I hardly know. It was about me wearing too much make up but she was wearing purple yellow and green eyeshadow!!!  The same woman was also angry with me for  sliding out of my sandals on a steep slope while the Orangemen walked Belfast. I’m certain a psychologist could make a lot from that little lot!

6. Made my breakfast. Put the cereal bowl down next to the butter dish while I got the yoghurt out of the fridge. Poured my yoghurt all over the butter dish instead  of all over my cereal. Sigh.

7. Latest wedding album arrived. Once again not up to standard. Yet another confrontation on the phone to the album company. Of  course their answer every time is that it’s my files at fault and not their printing. I did suggest that their quality control man must have been struck blind if he couldn’t see that there was so much red in the pictures that the whole bridal party looked like they  had sunstroke. Can I just take the photos and leave the rest of it up to someone else, please? I like taking the photos.

8. Still feeling hurt and angry today after a thoughtless comment that had me in tears for most of yesterday.

9. Having a two day headache and no sign of it lifting.

10. All the other crap that I can’t share on here – which makes the rest of it seem like a walk in the park.

Moan over – for now.

My name is Morgan Freeman, thanks for listening.

Summer School


This week I’ve been teaching a children’s  digital photography and photoshop course at the library. Amazingly, four out of the ten kids who turned up on the first day are students from last year. Wow!  They must have enjoyed it – yay!!

By today 4 of the ten had dropped out – a brother and sister who looked terrified and refused to speak to me, a child with learning difficulties who it was waaaaaaaay too advanced for and a young lad who just wanted to take photos of other people’s photos. After we’d had the plagiarism  and copyright chat a few times he left feeling like a pig that had been castrated ie. disgruntled.

I’m not saying they’re keen or anything but as it was getting towards the end of the session this afternoon I heard one of them complain,” Aaawww, we’ve only got 40 minutes left till we have to go.”  I felt a huge smile spreading across my face as I heard it. It’s nice to know they are enjoying the classes and getting something from them.

Today’s lesson was in extreme manipulation – something my daughter is very good at but not necessarily in Photoshop (sorry, darling!!!)  The object of the exercise was to get them experimentig with all the different tools and filters. They were turning out work along the lines of this:

mayhem

If he was a horse they’d have shot him


Poor B isn’t a well boy today.

On top of the sore foot, knee and groin he’s started coughing and sniffling. As I write he’s, snuggled up on the settee feeling very sorry for himself. Poor old B.

Me, on the other hand, have been working like the clappers all day. I’ve already processed all the pics from yesterdays wedding. printed their proof book and exported their slideshow  – as well as processing and printing a reprint order. Damn, I’m efficient when I have no distractions!

I’ve noticed recently that wedding florists seem to be getting a bit less than particular about the condition of the flowers they are sending out. If flowers like this turned up at my wedding I’d send the buggers straight back, it’s disgraceful.  It’s even more disgraceful because I’m the one who’s left to do the photoshopping on it to make it look perfect in the album. Here’s a before and after:

Edited rose

I think I’ll find a good film to watch for the rest of the afternoon before we go off to dance practice tonight.