Archive for February, 2008
We have no heating at home. Or hot water. The boiler has something wrong with its secondary heat exchange (????) which must be replaced. It’s a three-hour job that our engineer couldn’t schedule until Monday.
The girls had swimming lessons today and we used the showers at the leisure centre after lessons to ensure the girls were squeaky clean and shiny.
On the way out of the car park, I got the girls to stop. We’ve passed this window thousands of time, and in fact I’ve taken pictures of it before, but I wanted to have a go of getting a shot of them with my new camera.
I confess this was not taken today (didn’t really like any of the few I did take today).
This is from our outing to the National Gallery last week. This was taken before she had pretended to be a dog and crawled around on the shiny, slippery floor and turned the knees of her pink trousers a fetching shade of grey.
This morning, I was looking at one of the books out of the reading box at the school where I work, while I was waiting for the children to come in. Cumulus, Cirrus, Stratus. On the way home I was struck by the fabulous blue sky and boisterous cloud formations.
Looks like my car may become an indispensable photo accessory.
I took my camera for a short walk around the allotment this morning, I spooked some starlings in the bushes – all except this one who was man enough or vain enough to hang around to be photographed.
I took the girls, and one of Rosie’s school friends, on a trip to the National Gallery where the staff run family workshops on Sundays and during the school holidays. It was an enjoyable afternoon, although Jenny got a little upset during the part of the session when we were sketching our ideas. I have to say I found the picture that we were basing our work on a little overwhelming myself, so I wasn’t unsympathetic to her tears. However, as I’d suspected, she cheered up once we were in the studio and had a paintbrush in her hand.
The gallery lies on the north side of Trafalgar Square, in the shadow of Nelson’s Column. After we’d finished in the gallery, we stopped to look at the fountains and the lion statues. I like this picture, because, although Jenny could step up quite easily onto the level that Rosie and her friend were standing on, Jenny’s arms weren’t long enough to reach the other side of the balustrade and so she had no way of keeping her up there.
Hubby took a day off work so that we could do something as a whole family during the half-term holiday week. Earlier in the week, the weather had promised to be sunny but in fact the sun was hidden behind a solid layer of cloud all day and the light was flat.
Despite the unfavourable weather, the fact that the place we planned to visit wasn’t open and despite the fact we ended up eating quite late (which always puts me in a grouchy mood, because my blood-sugars plummet), we ended up having a good time and there were plenty of opportunities for snapping a photo.