I managed to leave the sea and return to dingly dell and the PS3. You can browse online with it: pure witchcraft! It’s very cool sitting on the sofa strolling around the internet on a 42” screen. And, I must add, my newly built website looks grand but maybe I’m biased.
One of the village highlights is membership renewal night at the village hall. We have a quiz with a fish and chip supper and this year we won. The downer is the winners have to produce the next quiz. Last year by employing a brilliant strategy we managed to come second rather than first.
We had planned the same this year and even called our team QS (Quality Seconds). The team comprised of me, Mick, Steve and Sarah. One point did it and that was a bonus point from Mick getting the quizmaster, who you know as half of Juicy, a pint. Still a bottle of Bubbly is always pleasing.
The feature on Future Life Progression and Past Life Tourism is out in Spirit & Destiny and is jolly good, thanks to Andrea, Karina and all the lovely girls at magazine office.
Please let me know if you are interested in attending or if you would like to help organise one/some workshops on time travel.
I am seriously wishing, hoping and cosmically ordering for a fantastic helper to appear … might it be you?
Showing posts with label Spirit and Destiny. Show all posts
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April 11, 2008
February 10, 2008
A Tall Tale
We went to the land of long-legged lovelies on Friday: London if you’re wondering. I can’t say I’ve really noticed how tall people have got until now.
Is it like when you reach a certain age and you think anyone dressed in a police uniform looks as though they should be in school ... You reach a certain height but then realise you need stilts?!
We went to Camden and while I did my thing at the office of Spirit and Destiny magazine Mick strolled about looking for beautiful things to buy me. That might not have been his original idea but that was the end result. The plan had been to meet up when I’d finished and we’d go to see Sweeny Todd at Leicester Square. However, I had a complete blissful Goth moment in the market so Johnny will have to wait until another day.
It is a fantastic place full of vibrancy and colour. All styles of everything. It is a shame that a lump of it has burnt down. All those livelihoods. It must be very stressful for people.
Vinnie is 20 months old and has quite a repertoire of words. He can ask for most things, sings a lot, can name his body parts, understands yes and no and knows who we all are.
One of his favourite words at the moment is ‘help’. He uses this at times such as having a nappy changed or when it is time to leave somewhere, the ball park for example.
The other day Charlie, Vinnie and I went to the shops. She wandered off to New Look and left me with Vinnie, supermarket trolley and all the bags of shopping. Please note we are good at it. There were lots.
Without warning or provocation Vinnie decided he was in a situation that required immediate aid so he started calling for help. Not in a gentle funny baby chat sort of way. Oh no. In a clear perfectly formed, “Help! Help! Help!” way with each new request being louder than the previous one.
Charlie’s phone was apparently out of signal to receive my screams for help. Yeah right. A likely tale.
Aren’t small children a delight?
Is it like when you reach a certain age and you think anyone dressed in a police uniform looks as though they should be in school ... You reach a certain height but then realise you need stilts?!
We went to Camden and while I did my thing at the office of Spirit and Destiny magazine Mick strolled about looking for beautiful things to buy me. That might not have been his original idea but that was the end result. The plan had been to meet up when I’d finished and we’d go to see Sweeny Todd at Leicester Square. However, I had a complete blissful Goth moment in the market so Johnny will have to wait until another day.
It is a fantastic place full of vibrancy and colour. All styles of everything. It is a shame that a lump of it has burnt down. All those livelihoods. It must be very stressful for people.
Vinnie is 20 months old and has quite a repertoire of words. He can ask for most things, sings a lot, can name his body parts, understands yes and no and knows who we all are.
One of his favourite words at the moment is ‘help’. He uses this at times such as having a nappy changed or when it is time to leave somewhere, the ball park for example.
The other day Charlie, Vinnie and I went to the shops. She wandered off to New Look and left me with Vinnie, supermarket trolley and all the bags of shopping. Please note we are good at it. There were lots.
Without warning or provocation Vinnie decided he was in a situation that required immediate aid so he started calling for help. Not in a gentle funny baby chat sort of way. Oh no. In a clear perfectly formed, “Help! Help! Help!” way with each new request being louder than the previous one.
Charlie’s phone was apparently out of signal to receive my screams for help. Yeah right. A likely tale.
Aren’t small children a delight?
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