dummy love...

I'm going on a first aid course tomorrow. it's something i've been meaning to do for a long time now, but i've been putting it off because i'm scared of these... aggghhhhh! I've been scared of dummys, waxworks, manequins, in fact any fake human thing, since my freind's mum took me to the Industrial Museam when I was about 5 years old. There were models of Luddites and Coiners and worst of all someone's head being chopped off in the Gibbet. I ran out screaming and had to be taken home. I can still remeber the dreams I had of Luddites with wild dirty hair laying beside me at night... But I think it's time to put things into perspective, i'm sure those dummies won't come alive and get me, i'm sure the resussitation doll won't wake up and grab me (it won't it won't) so i've taken the plunge and i'm going to do it beacause I think it is important knowledge to have. Time to face the fear :)


I was going to put a photo of a waxwork here, but looking at them on google images made me feel all aprehensive, and to be honest, I don't want to look at them! So here is a nice picture of Lemony chicken and her chick Linda instead. Much better.

the wonders of string

One day last week I noticed that the old underpass near my bus stop had been cleared of all the rubbish and junk that normall half fills it. And what should appear there today!






Beautiful!

cock-a-doodle-doo!

This is Speckled Jim, she is a lady chicken. She has layed and succesfully hatched 6 chicks. Today my mum called me, all excited, she was walking up the lane when she heard a cock crowing. That's not Ducky she thought! (Ducky is the cockrel in case you didn't know...) Has someone given us another cockrel?? But no, it was Speckled Jim sat high up on the fence crowing! crowing - cock-a-doodle-dooooo! I know her comb is big, but she's not a man... or is she?!


Went for tea in a lovely Japanese restaurant called Little Tokyo, tables on the floor and waitreses in kimono. The view from our table...


And a peek into the Oxfam shop window, must remeber to go back and have a look when it's open!

photos photos everywhere

Have put my first photos on flickr today if you fancy a look! The joys of flickr are fairly new to me - but there is so much amazing stuff on there, so many insprirational images! I think I am addicted to the internet...

grrrr

The bank called me today. Some nasty person has stolen £500 pounds from my account. They went shopping online at Tesco with my card details. What a cheek!! And now I have to wait til monday to sort it out (but I think it will be ok...)






A tree to cheer me up :)

rainbow

The rhododendrons are out in the woods near my house. The whole place is in bloom, photos can't do it justice, but here is a taste...

slowness

Not feeling very inspired today. Raining again. I did try to do some drawing last night but I only had rubbish paper and it just didn't go right. So I ripped up an old drawing I didn't like that happened to be on nice paper, and drew some bits on that. It was all going well until my boyfriend got back and we had an argument. Great. I hate arguing (who doesn't), I'm no good at it, I get all emotional and irrational and can't control my emotions. Ho hum.


Anyway, I was still feeling down as I got off the bus from work, so I walked the long way home through the woods. Slowly. The smell of the woods in the rain always comforts me. I wouldn't say it makes m feel happy, but nostalgic. I feel it grounds me, puts things into perspective. I walked slower and slower. I sometimes feel like if I stop walking I'll never start again. When I feel myself walking and thinking like that I often think of a book I once read, by one of my favourite authors; Milan Kundera. In his book Slowness he writes (and I'm sure he puts it better than this, but I can't find the quote so you'll have to read it...) that when walking to forget we walk quickly, but when walking to remember we slow down. The deeper in thought we are, the slower we go...


Sometimes it's nice to go slow, to think and follow the paths of memories. Sometimes it's like wading through treacle.