What’s the weather like? Photo competition 29

I have been away, in the sun. How wonderful. But back in the UK last night I’m had to put on long trousers, a jumper and my socks plus slippers, while I browsed the holiday photos.
It was actually dry as we landed at Heathrow yesterday afternoon, but we’d only been home half an hour when the drizzle started. Then the drizzle turned heavier and the possibility of cutting the rather lush grass turned into an impossibility.

Hey ho.

We stayed in the mountains up behind Nice, high up, in a small village. It was so beautiful. This was the view, on the first morning, which was a little cloudy. After the second day the clouds cleared.

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Fast Bizz (lunch is for wimps)

We’re your friends, we’re your friends
We’re your friends to the bitter end (the bitter end)

If you need to transact
We’ll be on your case
Right to the death
We’ll send you to the right place
We’re friends with every financial institution of the human race
In – fact – we – never – met – a – CEO – we – didn’t – hate
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A Modest Proposal

A Modest Proposal, with profuse apologies to Jonathan Swift

“A modest proposal for preventing the children of poor people in Ireland from being a burden to their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the public”

The Irish problem could be solved, there’s quite a simple cure,
By dining on the offspring of the nation’s poor.
Oven-ready babies could be sold when weaned,
They’d fetch a fortune so I‘m told; ten shillings maybe more.

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Sons of Anarchy

I’m quite a fan of this show on TV – he says displaying a touch of plebeianism around the edges of his usual impeccable sense of good taste – so I thought I’d get the t-shirt. (Confirming more than a touch of plebeianism around the ed…)

The nice young man in the boutique stall in Shepherd’s Bush Market sold me this instead…
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A birthday

Tomorrow Mrs J will be celebrating another milestone passed, the 30th since we got together, would you believe! So we’re off to Copenhagen to catch up with the city’s architectural progress (Mrs. J’s special interest) by means of a canal tour from Nyhavn. Then dining Indian-style – wot you can’t do down here in the boondocks – before wending our weary way to a comfy hotel in the city. Saturday offers jazz bands playing alfresco along Strøget, the Oxford Street of Copenhagen, which has its annual jazzfest in full swing these days. So we’re hoping the thunder showers won’t be too unkind to us.

Germany the Odious.

Germany the odious. Germany the wealthy leper. The country that is shunned and ridiculed but has the money, the means to support the community. At least that’s what some people think. The way the German government has handled the current euro crisis certainly isn’t helpful, nor is the portrayal of countries such as Spain and Portugal in the German media remotely accurate or correct. Spain is as much a victim of the euro as Germany is a winner. Not that Germany actually wanted it, it was ultimately another one of France’s hare-brained schemes that they have subtly managed to avoid taking blame for. (How, but how, do the French always manage to cause so many problems and escape the blame so consistently? For that matter the Italians as well) Portugal is as much a victim as Spain, but more quiet, smaller, somewhere floating on the edge of the continent.

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Pembrokeshire Revisited

Long ago and far away on the Dark Side, I wrote a series of blogs about our 2008 summer holiday. It was a trip around the MyT land and personalities of that era . I never found the time to finish it, not being a hasty sort of person. Part 4 was inspired by CO.

Despite my protestations at the time, we were knocked out by the place. Last September, we acquired a hound to celebrate Mrs M’s retirement and this year Dougal, Mrs M and I decided on a dog-friendly holiday. Pembrokeshire leapt to mind immediately and I booked up.
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