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Waiting…waiting…waiting

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Waiting, waiting, waiting…photography involves a lot of waiting around. For the light, for your subjects to stop sticking their tongues out at your and/or running away, for your battery to charge (whistles nonchalantly), and that indefinable ‘something’ that might make a nice shot in to something really special.

We braved a very twisty and narrow road up to the volcano earlier in the week, weaving our way past all manner of obstacles and tourists vomiting by the side of the road. I think I held my breath for the entire hour it took to get up there, fearing certain collision or vomiting Spuds at every turn. But it was worth the drive as the landscape and views were absolutely extraordinary. There was a lot of geeky science discussion in the car about magma and larva and eruptions and dormancy (from Bertie) and something or other about Star Wars having been shot there (from MrSpud) but I cleverly filtered out most of that stuff so that it became a kind of white noise buzzing in my ear….blah blah blah blah blah.

Instead I busied myself trying to capture some of the magnificent views around me. Waiting, waiting, waiting. It’s really tough trying to photograph anything with the boys about to be honest, since they are liable to run in the road or throw themselves off the mountain if you take half an eye off them. But while MrSpud was wrestling them back in to the car I took a few snaps.

I really like the one above, love the clouds like a ladder, it’s got curves, lines, diagonals, it leads the eye in to that white/red stripey pole. Pity about the road sign on the left, I could PS that out I suppose. It took me a while to work out what those white/red striped poles were for as they appeared quite frequently up the road. They mean ‘Be very careful here. We haven’t got round to putting a crash barrier on this bit of road yet, so don’t be tipping off the road of you’ll be done for. Thank you’. SCARY.

I liked the shot, but felt it was lacking a little something. The road sign was bothering me so I composed it differently to lose the sign. Nah, it’s worse, too much foreground… and a little bit of red/white pole in the shot too although that’s easily taken out if I thought this shot was a keeper.

I was a little bit frustrated at this point as I just wasn’t getting ‘the shot’ and the noise level from the car meant my time was up. Suddenly I heard a vehicle approaching and then I realised what I was missing was a very cool car or motorbike. Surely this is PERFECT car advert territory?  I hoped and prayed for something special, something sexy, perhaps a sports car or at least a convertible…I knelt down low to get the angle, switched to burst mode really to fire off multiple shots…said a quick prayer and…..this happened…

Not really what I had in mind. Ah well. Waiting…waiting…waiting…still waiting…

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International diamond thief…to be?

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Looks pretty innocent doesn’t he? All blonde curls and ‘what? little me?” Don’t be deceived.

Today this 4 year old managed to reprogramme the safe in our hotel room (in itself an impressive feat), keep quiet about it, describe his new code (which we ignored even though we know he has excellent memory), allowed us to call the hotel engineer to break in to the safe, allow said engineer to be entirely puzzled by the whole thing and shuffle off looking for another piece of equipment….at which point MrSpud decided to give it a go with the newly programmed code said 4 year old had mentioned in passing and entirely dismissed by us at the time…et VOILA. The saafe opened. Embarrassed engineer was stood down foxed by a pre-schooler.

So, Bertie broke in to the safe, reprogrammed it, remembered the 6 digit  number and told us the number accurately.

Brilliant. If only we’d have believed him. It would have spared a lot of blushes [ours].

Just another day is Chez Spud Travel Disaster Land.

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Skippy days

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Skippy days…we’re on holiday. In Foreign. Thus far there have been no comedy travel disasters or, more suprisingly, packing disasters. We are all present and correct in full health, in the right place in the right time with appropriate clothing. Still, it’s only day 3 of 10 days so there’s plenty of time.

Minor skirmishes to report: hire car in perfect condition when we collected it from the airport. It’s now sporting an impressive scratch across two panels after being valet parked by the hotel staff. Scratch bears remarkable resemblance to the colour of the walls in the car park. But nothing to be done, we can’t prove anything and if we moan no doubt the lovely but shit-at-parking doorman will be for the chop. Sigh.

Attempted to visit the island’s “premier beach” today. Got spectacularly lost driving, ooooh, 10 miles or so to the beach which was inaccessible by road for some unfathomable reason and high tide meant there was no beach anyway. This kind of thing happens to us with more frequency that you would imagine.

Black sand bothers me. Just looks so dirty. End of. Boys don’t care however.

Spectacular screaming melt down over an ice cream today. Really quite something. And from Bertie not Digby which was a first. It involved being forcibly removed from the cafe by me and a Very Stern Talking To. Peace was restored, we returned to the cafe only for Digby to kick off about 20 seconds later. About ice cream. Arghhh! No more ice cream, job done.

There’s a spa in the hotel. I can see it. I can smell it. I see people in robes going to it. It’s ‘free’ (read, we’ve all paid through the nose for the hotel). But I can’t seem to get to it. Those omnipresent megaboys and MrSpud are colluding against me. But my inner beauty needs to be spa-ed free. Tomorrow, I’m going to make a break for it. Cover me…

The boys are attracting the kind of attention they will yearn for as teenagers. Wherever we go there’s are people going MAD for their blonde hair and blue eyes. They are pretty used to this from home but here, where blonde hair is a rarity, they have been ramped up to celebrity status. Ruffling of hair, pinching of cheeks, ticking, chatting, offering of goodies….soon they’ll be demanding an entourage to manage the attention. I just like the free stuff…

We have resorted to bribing our children with chocolate to drink enough water. Go figure.

A British couple with a young baby are staying in the hotel. I’m having to chew my lip to resist the urge to lecture them about the dangers of Pimms and an ill-advised, unplanned second pregnancy.

Etc etc etc…we’re having a really wonderful, WONDERFUL time. It’s pretty full-on and quite exhausting as per the photo above (Digby and MrSpud having a cuddle), taken while we waited for our dinner this evening. Our boys are too young to be staying up for dinner, no matter how early, but they are too old for a day time nap too. So it’s a bit jiggly juggly getting through it. But they are being very stoic about it, and are loving being away and having a room to share.

These last few months of them spending every day together feel so precious. They are, of course, totally unaware of it but as of September (when Bertie goes to school) the dynamics of their relationship change forever. So, for now, I’ll take every minute of their comfortable ‘togetherness’ and hope they preserve some of it, even just a little bit, as time marches forward.

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Ramblings

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It’s been a funny old week what with one thing or another. Mostly dominated by a client photoshoot and frenetic pre-holiday preparation.  I’m not sure why packing for trips is such a Whole Big Thing for me, but it is. I’d like to blame it on having to pack for an entire family but, if I’m honest, I’ve always been like this. It got a whole lot worse when the boys came along, but the low level packing hysteria has been part of my modus operandi since time began.

Really, there’s no reason for it. I ought to be a packer extraordinare given the huge amount of time I spent travelling for work in Days of Yore. But I never got the knack, more’s the pity. I’d like to be able to report the packing angst means that I’m one of those super organised souls who arrives on holiday prepared for every eventuality (you know, those who arrive with travel wash, travel clothes lines and pegs) but that’s not the case either. I’m pretty good at forgetting to pack something quite crucial (underwear was a notable low), or wildly over or under packing. I only took two pairs of trousers for a week long holiday when Bertie was a baby. A shame as he weed on one pair on the first day, and the second pair on the next. Lovely.

Anyway, so the Great Pack is in progress. A little slower than I’d like for some reason…

Despite this, I’ve managed to tick off (or nearly tick off) a few more items on my 39 things to do before I’m 40 list. I’m slowly starting to make inroads in to it…

  1. Learn how to use a sewing machine (February)
  2. Learn how to crochet (January)
  3. Make a blanket from crochet granny squares – work in progress as of 8.2.10
  4. Go to Sutton Hoo
  5. Go to Cove Hyth
  6. Have a family holiday somewhere hot (March)
  7. Have a night away from the boys with MrSpud
  8. Take the boys to Banham Zoo
  9. Complete all my Christmas shopping by the end of November
  10. Make my boys’ birthday cakes – one completed (7.2.10)
  11. Learn how to use the Lensbaby (6.1.10)
  12. Visit my family Up North
  13. Make a wedding photo album
  14. Join a choir
  15. Replace ancient framed photos in the house with more up to date ones (photos not frames)
  16. Make a photo wall in the kitchen
  17. Decorate office and install Craft Corner
  18. Go to Lavenham
  19. Learn how to use flash
  20. Get 5 mentions for my client in the Financial Times (boring, sorry) – one done, two interviews awaiting publication
  21. Take the boys on the train for a day trip
  22. Go to the cinema with MrSpud
  23. Give Chez Spud a makeover (cheating, this is work in progress but who knows given previous track record) (19.12.09)
  24. Ride a horse - (21.3.10)
  25. Sit on a beach and read a book on my own
  26. Ditch o2 for Vodafone – after much thought, stuck with 02 and upgraded my phone. V boring.
  27. Make biscuits for the first time (yes, really)
  28. Take a ’star trails’ photo
  29. Take a ’smooth’ water photo
  30. Drink a peach bellini (make that 4, in quick succession might as well finish up the bottle right?)
  31. Watch 5 films I haven’t seen before – three done
  32. Do the Secret Blog Project I’ve had in mind for a while
  33. Have a pedicure (22.3.10)
  34. Sleep in a tent in a location other than the garden (sigh)
  35. Go to a fireworks display
  36. 50 photos in Explore on Flickr – 31 done
  37. Make felt figures
  38. Buy a summer dress and wear it
  39. Learn how to use our alarm clock. We’ve had it 2 years. It’s probably time.

So, I can 1. use a sewing machine (even managed to turn up a pair of trousers yesterday without ruining them…resultl!) and 2. I’ve finished all the squares for my granny blanket.  They are awaiting sewing together:

Oh but what’s that in the background? I have naughtily started another crochet project, a ripple blanket using the Attic24 neat ripple pattern. I wanted an easily transportable project for holiday. Yes, you read that right…I am now so obsessed with crochet that I’m taking it on holiday.  SEND HELP.

I’d hoped going on holiday somewhere hot would naturally lead to “38. Buy a summer dress and wear it” being ticked off. I just can’t seem to find anything that doesn’t make me look like mutton dressed as lamb or a sack of potatoes. Might have to deploy “1. Learn how to use a sewing machine” and make one.

Yesterday I ticked off “24. Ride a horse”

I had a little ‘helper’ as you can see, and he was in charge of producing photographic evidence. If you squint, you can ‘just’ about see me…

I haven’t been on a horse for 27 years, I was surprised how quickly it came back. It felt the same but a LOT higher up, presumably because I wasn’t handed an enormous Cobb to ride when I was 12 years old. Coco is pretty chunky

Mounting and dismounting was quite, erm, interesting. I’m surprised I didn’t get a nose bleed I was so high up there. I felt a little ‘anxious’ and definitely wasn’t up for more than walking, steering, going backwards and stopping. Coco had a few other ideas and there a couple of moments of panicked trotting (me panicked, her trotting). But it was a lovely way to enjoy the warmth of the early spring sun.

Spring is definitely here. We went to the beach twice last week, admittedly a bit breezy, and the garden is full of spring flowers now; banks of snowdrops, narcissi, daffodils, crocuses, first signs of hyacinths and, quite suddenly, a carpet of sweet smelling violets. Skippy days xx

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Camera Club: Special Edition…what I learnt this week

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Ooooh Camera Club, haven’t done this for a while…have the biscuits gone stale in our absence? Should we get the club going again? Anyone need any help with anything, got a question…if so please leave a comment and I’ll wrap them up in subsequent Camera Club post. I’ve had a few email questions recently too, perhaps I’ll bundle those discussions in to the post too.

So, what did I learn this week? I’ve been doing a photoshoot this week for Gallery Thea, a lovely local ceramics shop and below are just a few of the shots. Thea needed a portfolio of images for promotional purposes: general shots of the gallery, product shots of specific items and some portraits of her. I did two separate shoots; one in the gallery (general shots and portraits) and another at home in my make very shift ‘studio’ (product shots).

The shoot in the gallery was reasonably straightforward, although the light towards the back of the shop is a bit challenging…a little dark and a little ‘yellow’ too. Ideally I’d have turned the lights off for the shot above, but the light was too gloomy back there to take it without an additional light source. Hmm, an additional light source that isn’t overhead spots that can be moved around and controlled…where could I get such a thing?

Conversely, the light at the front of the shop (where there is a lovely big bay window) was very bright, a little harsh in fact although it suits Thea’s white/brights ceramics quite well.  I think something up at the window to diffuse the light would have helped. I know that clear shower curtains are often suggested, and I’d considered taking one along but I couldn’t think how I’d fix it up easily and quickly. Later I discovered that bubble wrap would have been perfect, and one thing a ceramics shop isn’t short of is rolls and rolls of bubble wrap!

We tried some portraits of Thea seated in the window. The light is a bit hard on the side of her face, but we used a gold reflector which has dealt with the worst of the harsh light and also given Thea a nice warm ‘glowy’ look. She’s a bit camera shy, actually she’s very camera shy. I think the portrait shoot was like a kind of living nightmare for her, poor thing! Me: “OK, look up, slightly to the left, lift your chin…ok, try not to look suicidal….” She really didn’t want a traditional head and shoulders looking at the camera and cheesy smile shot, so we went for a more relaxed/candid style. There are lots more portraits but I’ll spare her blushes (by the way, I do have her permission to write this post!).

Lesson I wish I had learnt: how to fold up that damn reflector. It’s a huge circle, it’s supposed to collapse in to a much smaller circle to make it easier to carry around. The only person who knows how to do it is my 4 year old….

Another one taken in the window, with the decorations in the background diffusing the light. By now I was realising that, as I’d feared, ceramics are pretty hard to shoot. They are have a high gloss finish which means they are very reflective, and achieving perfect focus and dealing with the reflections and shadows was a challenge.

Fast forward to later that day, at home, and I start to set up my ‘studio’ to do some product shots (nursery sets and name pictures).  We’d decided that Thea would create some hand-drawn wallpaper to use as a backdrop for the product shots. But we hadn’t really discussed how I should do the set up, or exactly what kind of props I might use. It’s quickly became apparent that I was going to have to experiment with a couple of set ups, take some test shots and get some feedback before doing the shoot ‘for real’. I also spent some time chasing some good light around the house before, finally, settling on the floor of a bedroom. Very professional!

One of the issues the test shots raised was the wallpaper. It wasn’t wide enough, really, to cope with the set up we wanted….and it wasn’t ‘busy’ enough in terms of motifs. It didn’t matter how I tried to rearrange the ceramics on the paper, I would end up with big white gaps. The solution was for me to get busy with a scalpel and cut out some of the motifs and stick them in the gaps. If you look, you can pretty easily spot which ones are ‘stuck’ on. But at the size these images will be used (small) it shouldn’t be obvious. Lesson: probably it would be easier to shoot these kind of ‘set up’ shots with the client present, so they can get busy with a bit of colouring in as necessary.

The other issue was, again, the lack of controllable, even light. The lighting isn’t bad for natural light, diffused with bubble wrap at the windows, but it’s not even, the shadows aren’t really where I’d want them to be and I was at the mercy of the big shiny thing in the sky playing ball and shining. Ponders again…how can I ensure even, controllable light which doesn’t push off for months at a time?

The other problem was that I’d had to push the ISO up to deal with the relative lack of light. That’s made for some pretty chunky jpeg files to deal with. On the plus side, the lovely full-format D700 handles high ISO so well that noise hasn’t become an issue.

Finally, I moved on to the name pictures. Again, the test shots showed the wallpaper had some issues…same thing again, not really wide enough and not busy enough. That, plus slightly creamy coloured tiles and a pure white frame made these pictures especially challenging. I’d thought the reflections might be easier to handle on a ‘flat’ item like this, but in fact it was worse. The set up for these pictures took absolutely ages, I just couldn’t find a way of showcasing the product in a way that wasn’t totally flat and boring, whilst working around the wallpaper issue. After a lot of fiddling around and swearing, I finally settled on the angled approach shown above.

Other things I learned: product shots involve a LOT of blue tack. Blue tack to hold background paper in place, to hold products in place, to hold eggs in egg cups to stop them disappering. It also involves random items from around the house studio….a jar of mustard to prop the plate up…a block from the boys’ toy box to rest the name picture on to angle it up…slippers and bottles of perfume to stop the paper rolling up in to shot. It was all very high tech!

But what I really learned is that, much as I adore natural light, I’m going to have to use flash in the future for these kinds of shoots. I need to be able to have a reliable, controllable, portable source of light.

With thanks to Thea for being a super client. Looking forward to the next shoot. With flash (a-aah he’ll save every one of us).

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Turning the other cheek

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I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating….this….man…is…a…god. The end.

EU President, blogger, writer of haikus and all round jolly good bloke Herman van Rompuy continues to dazzle me with his general brilliance. He’s not afraid to ring the changes, switching an EU summit meeting to the intimate surroundings of an old Belgian library, banning huge entourages and forcing EU leaders to actually sit next to each other.  He’s a man of bold moves.

Last week Saint Hermy demonstrated his true statesman like qualities with some elegant posturing in the face of hysterical mud flinging by a naughty British MEP  (Nigel Farage) who called Our Hero a ‘damp rag’, ‘a low-grade bank clerk’ and accused him of being a ‘quiet assassin of European democracy and of European nation states’. Finally, he called Belgium as a ‘non-country’. Nice. Makes me so proud to be British…

Not one to get his knickers in a twist over nothing, Hermy has said that he ‘pities’ Nigel Farage, according to the BBC site. “I found it so ridiculous that I was not even really angry…I feel pity for that kind of behaviour and that kind of man, that’s all.’ I’m wondering if he gave a little nonchalent shrug of the shoulders when he said, ‘that’s all’….I do hope so. And perhaps a kind of weary sigh? The temptation to get down and wrestle in the mud must surely be overwhelming for most people in such situations. That he chose to shrug it off and cleverly allow his opponent to make himself look absolutely ridiculous is a genius masterstroke. Queue wild applause and general cheering.

He’s understated, wise, calm, confident and self-assured. He might not be the most charismatic of leaders but he certainly has the most grace. Apparently his popularity in that ‘non country’ Belgium has never been higher after his handling of Farage-gate. He turned the other cheek and came out smelling of roses whilst Mr Nigel Fargo MEP looks like a grubby little schoolboy slinging insults. Worse, he refused to apologise for his tirade of insults and was fined by the European Parliament. Hopefully he was given detention too…100 lines and extra prep.

But what fascinated me the most about this story was this paragraph,

In his [Rompuy's] writings, he has quoted the saying “Forgive your enemies, but don’t forget their names,” adding that it is one he has applied in practice.

“It is one he has applied in practice”… I think, dear readers, we can assume that he has a Grudge Book. I knew there was a reason I love that man. I bet Nigel Fargo’s name is in it, underlined with asterisks next to it….he’ll shortly be going in to mine for Crimes Against My Love.

Think about the possibility of making your own calendars with your favorite quote and photos. It’s not only fun to do, but could make a great gift.

I must say that My Love is rather more gracious than me if, as he says, he forgives but doesn’t forget. I don’t have that capacity. Once you’re grudged, you’re grudged. The end.

Er, the end.

xxx<- for My Love

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Let’s talk about love

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Let’s talk about love…not romantic love because I’m too old and too married for all that.

I think we’ll stick with motherly love,  altogether a much more palatable subject and very topical if you’re in the UK (since it’s Mothering Sunday here, but I think not in the US?). I was treated to breakfast in bed ‘made’ by the Megaboys: brioche (straight up, no butter, no jam), grapes and a cupcake. Strangely the cake wasn’t for me, or the grapes, and I was only allowed one brioche. But the thought was there. Later I was ‘surprised’ with a bouquet of flowers, perhaps less surprising than intended since 4 year olds are totally incapable of keeping secrets (“Mummy, we’re going to surprise you with some flowers later!”).  Typically, Diggy was less enthusiastic about the whole affair and woke up grumbling, “I don’t want it to be Happy Mothers Day I want to it to be LITTLE…BOYS…..DAY”.

I’ve wittered on before about motherly love or, more specifically, the feeling of being ‘in love’ (or not) with your children.  I love them so much that I sometimes feel swamped by it, for want of a better word. And just when I feel like I’m drowning in love for them, it’s sometimes tempered by the knowledge that they will grow and move away and apart from me. There’s nothing I can do though, I’m programmed to love them forever.  They will take my love for granted all their lives (as is right and is the natural order of things) but, as a parent, I know I should cherish these years of this exquisite, unquestioning love for me. Soon enough they will be teenagers and will think they know everything, and me and MrSpud will be so old hat, so embarrassing.  So, for now, I’ll take their sweet kisses and fervent whispers of ‘you’re my BEST mummy…the best mummy in the world’ and store them up in a quiet corner of my heart…insurance for the days when doors are slammed and ‘I HATE YOU. I WISH I’D NEVER BEEN BORN’ becomes a constant refrain.

We chewed over the topic of motherly love a little last weekend at our mini-blogcamp. Bee and I took turns to unwittingly terrify Blanca about the trials of parenthood. I have pre-schooler boys, Bee has teenage girls. That’s quite a heady mix of ‘issues’ for someone yet to embark of parenthood to take on board. “Oh don’t worry!”, said Bee reassuringly. “Little children are very, very easy to love. You don’t get handed a teenager to deal with straight off, you get a tiny helpless baby.”

Her words have buzzed around my mind all week, “little children are very easy to love”. How right she is! They might not be very easy to manage, what with all the tantrums, tears, negotiations etc etc, but they are very easy to love….because they totally ADORE you and ADMIRE you. It’s a win:win situation….you become a total slave to them and their needs and, in return, they worship the ground you walk on. They get their basic needs met and a bucket of love to boot, and you get to walk round in a bubble of joy forever because these extraordinary little people worship the ground you walk on.

“You don’t get handed a teenager right off”, those words have also been niggling at me. Mostly in a ‘THANK GOD’ kind of way of course, but also because I’m beginning to see glimpses of what it might to be like to parent a teenager. Partly through my friendship with Bee, partly because I used to be a teenager myself.  Shudder. Are teenage boys are better/easier than teenage girls? Please say yes…

It being Mothering Sunday I decided it was time to get a rare shot of me with the boys. Alas this means handing over the camera to MrSpud who clearly needs to read up a bit and join my Camera Club.  At least it’s vaguely in focus, but the composition? Sigh….look at all that crap in the background, and that’ AFTER a major crop by me.  It’s not the lovely shot I’d hoped for, but in the spirit of Getting in the Picture I am sharing it as a reminder to all your Snappy Bloggers that YOU need to get in front of the camera too sometimes.

Happy Mothering Sunday to us all – with thanks and love to all the mothers everywhere, breeding and nurturing the future of the world. No wonder we’re knackered…

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Thank you…to Mysterious of Chelmsford

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My first Art Exchange gift arrived in the mail today, all the way from Chelmsford USA (not Chelmsford about 30 miles up the road). But who send the gift? No note, no details…was it you? Do you know who it was?

Well thank you to whoever it was. The rest of today’s mail was a load of catalogues selling stuff I either don’t need or shouldn’t buy, a bill and a letter from the NHS about my medical details. Oh, and a new crochet hook.

No prizes for which was my favourite….

Cheers to Mysterious of Chelmsford x

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Static

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Sometimes I look at my beautiful, funny, warm, loving children and I can’t believe they are mine.

Other times I want to give them away…

But this was one of the moments when I couldn’t believe my great fortune.

Three blessings! MrSpud …one….Bertie…two…Digby…three.

One…two…three.

Such a fortune of blessings…a veritable triumvirate right here, right now.

xxx

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The One Where the Blog Campers meet in London

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Despite the combined efforts of a vomiting bug, a queried broken leg and the combined forces of National Express rail and my inability to keep hold of vital travel documents for 5 minutes….I made it to London yesterday to meet with seasoned Blog Campers Bee and Blanca. Getting home again was a whole other story however which I will save for a different post on Family Spud’s Famous Travel Disasters.

I will just open brackets here to mention that there has been some kind of travel disaster associated with each of the 3 Blog Camps I’ve attended. The car park M25 did for me for Blog Camp 1.5 and I was 2 hours late arriving for lunch at Bee’s house. Blog Camp 2.0 was worse…8 hours late due to my inability to pack my bag in time for a stupid o’clock flight. Blog Camp 3.0 was better. I arrived on time, but left too early having misread my flight information. And then Blog Camp mini-meet brought all kinds of travel nonsense and ridiculous expense which I can’t even be bothered to talk about. Closes brackets.

I knew I was in for a joyous day when Blanca’s opening gambit was, ‘I’ve got a confession to make. But you can’t tell anyone!’. Secrets? Gossip? Confessions? And it was only 11.00am….bring…it…on…

Blanca unburdens herself of her secrets

Blanca unburdens herself of her secrets

We didn’t ‘achieve’ much. We went to Starbucks (natch), we battled with the tube to High Street Ken, walked in the sunshine in Hyde Park for hours, took a few photos, went to lunch, went for a Snog (more later), walked some more in the park and then it was time to go home. Not much activity really, instead we invested our energy in talking. Should you feel the world is missing a couple of million words today it’s because we used them all up yesterday. Sorry about that.

Books, films, families, husbands, sons, daughters, fiances, weddings, honeymoons, babies, blogging, bloggers, photography, food, the weather, cooking, secrets, secrets, secrets, holidays, work, sleep….nothing was off our agenda yesterday. We took a breather for a now traditional bloggers jump…oh look, all TWO of them off the ground at the same time. Result…

Things I learnt:

  • Despite having lived in London for 17 years, I don’t know the way from High Street Ken to Hyde Park without using a map. What’s that about? I spent huge periods of that 17 years living around there. Embarrassing.
  • I am so pleased the stress and hassle of planning a wedding is over for me. I’ve done it twice. That’s at least once too many. Poor Blanca! No wonder she was rather weary.
  • Bee should probably have an eye test….
  • There are so many people in London. I was quite overwhelmed with how many people were out and about, in the streets, in the park, in the restaurant. In a short year I’ve turned in to a country bumpkin with a touch of claustrophobia.
  • I am totally intolerant of other people’s small children kicking off in restaurants, despite being the mother of small children. Wrong and bad of me.
  • Blanca has a life plan. Beth and I do not. Interesting.
  • By common agreement, 26 is a bit too young to get married. At the time you feel all grown up, but the 20s are all about change.
  • We all miss being bored. Having huge, vast stretches of time with nothing to do, nowhere to go, no chores to do…just lying around reading books, or just being bored.

Blanca wanted to go for a Snog and who were we to deny her?  In fact we built the day’s geographic agenda around having a Snog. I had a chocolate mini-snog with strawberries, the others had a vanilla with, erm, stuff. Blanca enjoyed her Snog, Beth and I binned ours at the first opportunity having decided that a frozen yogurt dessert that ‘lacks fat, shuns sugar and has hardly any calories’ tastes revolting. What can I say? Me and Bee are in the environs of 40 years old…..Blanca is, what, about 17 or something? She likes Snogs, we like The Archers. It’s a generational thing…

When I (eventually) got home I was tucking in a sleeping Bertie when he briefly woke and whispered, “Did you have a lovely time with your friends?”…”Yes” I whispered back, “I had a brilliant day, thank you.” I said…”That’s nice!”, he said. And it was. xx

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