Reflections

I decided to get a bit arty farty with my camera when I was down in Norfolk. I'm hoping this isn't the best I can do...

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*Yes, if you look in the reflection in the window, you'll see a sat nav controller. Hrrrm, the best thing about it was the way it gave you the turning warning beep just as you passed the turning and the way the woman said "when it is safe to do so, do a u-turn". It also had us going round in circles at one point and took us the longest, most convoluted route to our destination, but apart from that, I can see the appeal.

The cherry blossoms are a delight at the moment, as are the magnolias. Such beatuiful flowers. The trees work for eleven months to produce their display of blooms and when they arrive, we marvel at the perfection of the flowers. Then the wind comes and blows the fuckers to kingdom come!

The baby is now nearly a year old and she is a demon crawler - frighteningly fast at pursuing feline playmates and people with cameras. She is also a very messy eater. I don't know how her parents cope and I think they should consider foster care at weekends, or at least mealtimes. Somebody could start a meals on wheels service for busy parents. I'd just cut out the middle man and smear chewed up bread, cheese, fruit and god knows what else all over the house before fucking off with a fat cheque in my hand. Dirty little buggers.

It was OK in Norfolk though and I managed not to get bird flu, although I do have a tickly cough, so there's time yet. One my last views on leaving my friends' was of a sparrowhawk devouring a pigeon (something with white/grey feathers). That scene of carnage will stick with me for some time. Those friggin' birds ARE dangerous. Still, that's one less thick fucker of a pigeon to worry about. Stupid bloody creatures. In fact, that particular house was witness to two horrific murders today as the entire house (except me) was woken in the early hours by the cat dragging a baby rabbit in through the cat flap and murdering it in the kitchen. Little bitch.


Receptions
The weekend was not conducive to text message exchanges or snatched conversations with distant loved ones. The mobile phone reception there is appalling and, despite loving my new phone, it is the worst one I've had for coping with a poor signal. I'm sure my friends do it on purpose: every single house they buy has the shittest mobile phone reception. Or perhaps I'm just with the shittest mobile phone network. Hrrrrm.


Redemptions
I am now being given strong hints to wrap this up by Bomb. She has somehow managed to tear her cornea and so cannot see very well and is unable to drive. I have agreed to give her a lift to her house. She's been sleeping in my bed. She hasn't made my bed to my standards. This really pisses me off and she knows it, but instead of saying "Oh, ever so sorry, I was in a rush before but I'll got and do it properly now", I just get a load of fucking abuse.