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And we thought we had it bad.


My God. I’ve just been reading the news and the storm we had here is nothing compared to what happened in Scotland. 

That must have been terrifying.  There’s more due later in the week as well. Oh, joy.  Better batten down the hatches.

 

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The search for the Holy Grail continues


Well, actually, not really the holy grail, just a new mug for Boofuls.

He’s decided that the cup he uses at work is too big and heavy, he wants something with a little bit more finesse than a builders mug. Which reminds me, what is it about Starbucks and their ridiculously gruesome coffee mugs. I’m not a navvy and I want to enjoy my coffee in a nice mug not a horrible, ugly, bucket style builder’s mug. Ugh!

Anyway, back to the plot. Buying Boofuls a new mug, how hard can it be?

Well, very bloody hard indeed actually.

Everywhere we’ve been over the last few weeks that sells cups and mugs has seen us wandering round, picking up mugs and cups of all shapes, sized, colours and weights to have them all declared wrong in some way.

It’s too: fluted/straight/tall/wide/fat/thin/pretty/chunky/heavy/light/pretty/big/wrong handle shaped/bulbous/small/elegant/rough

Seriously. How hard can be it?

It’s turned into a proper mission, on a par with the search for the holy grail. If I found that he’d probably complain it was the wrong shape.

Mad June starts tomorrow, even though it’s still May.  We’ll be working in Wales and it’s an all day wedding so we won’t get home till midnight. Len and Lashes are coming with us to assist during the ceremony because Boofuls is filming it but they still want two photographers, well now they have three.

I’m looking forward to this wedding for many reasons. First it’s in a gorgeous church, second: because I think it’ll be nice having Len and Lashes there. I already know Lashes has a good artistic eye and Len is a  bit of a technician so between them we’ll get some nice photos, and third: the reception has a James Bond theme.

Then it’ll be home to recover for a day and on Monday we’re off to Scotland for a seminar followed  by another wedding next Friday in York. That is pretty much the theme for the whole month so expect me to be a bit quieter than normal on here, I’m going to be physically and mentally exhausted. Never mind, hols on 2nd July!!

The bathroom is finished!  Taadaaaaaaa!!  I’m really pleased with it. I’ll show you some before and after photos when I get a mo to dig the old photos out.

Right. Time to get today started. First I’ll walk Mrs Woofy home, she stayed here last night, then I’ll start on the six million things I have to do today.

Have a nice day y’all.

Snap, snap, snap


It’s a snappy old week one way and another, the cold snap continues and I’m loving it. The temperature has hardly risen above zero for well over a week now but it’s as still and crisp as a crispy still thing and positively calls out to me to grab the dog and get walking.

If only I could, just as the weather is perfect, I’m picking up work left, right and centre. My shutter button finger has definitely worked overtime this week and will continue to do so. I’ve been snapping away almost every day. Long may THAT continue!

Boofuls has had a busy old time at work as well, for the first time in years the Christmas rush really is a rush and not just a small blip on the monthly turnover chart.  In addition to that, some  of my family are having a few domestic issues and it’s causing a few people to be a bit snappy. Honestly, it’s like walking on eggs.  The word ‘tosser’ has been bandied around a lot more than usual this week.

I remember the days when a tosser was a huge Scots bloke with a penchant for chucking tree trunks around, when did it evolve into a pejorative word? Or is it  even being uses as a pejorative word at all, maybe the people using it know something I don’t?

Have hoards of Caledonians secretly emigrated south due to the extreme cold in Scotland to introduce their bizarre sport to we  Sassenachs?  I mean, if blokes are going to wear skirts and no knickers it is going to get a wee bit draughty round the old Trossachs, isn’t it?   It must be feeling positively tropical here, south of the border.

What about their training kit?  Their kit bags must be huge! Do they carry their preferred tree round with them or do they cut a new one down every time the want to practice? No wonder deforestation is a problem if that’s the case.

I don’t think there’s too much chance of tossing taking hold as a sport in this immediate area, have you seen the scrawny wee runts round here? Most of them would have trouble lifting anything heavier than a can of lager and a fag ( that’s cigarette, to you Americans). Good job really, I don’t fancy walking down the street to have cabers flying at from from all directions as the tossers  get down to work.  it sounds a bit hazardous to me.

Talking of work: today  my lunchtime photo shoot has been cancelled as the sprog has a cold so I’m off to meet a bride to be to schmooze her into booking us to shoot her wedding. Better get moving.