Saturday, August 28, 2010

Day 6

This morning I didn't get up I read and read and read this wonderful
engineering book John Wheatley bought Tom for his birthday and I
learnt about why mechanical pencil leads snap and why bridges stay up.
And I read and I read until lunch time when I got up and made fried
death for me and Tom. Beautiful bacon and sausages and black pudding
and eggs.

Whilst Tom was at the tip, I trimmed my veil and read blogs and
tidied, and then we went to my grans house to meet Suz, one of our
lovely photographers, and we plannedshots and she took pics of my
wedding dress and our wedding rings and we saw some of her work which
was lovely.

After that we went off to church for our slot of the 12 hours of
prayer and I coloured in a celtic graphic and prayed hard and listened
to the words of naff worship songs.

In the evening I went to dinner with Hannah who I used to live with at
University, to catch up after a year of not seeing each other, and now
we're back off to church for a late night service.
Awesomeness...though i could do with a late night snack.

Day 6

This morning I didn't get up I read and read and read this wonderful
engineering book John Wheatley bought Tom for his birthday and I
learnt about why mechanical pencil leads snap and why bridges stay up.
And I read and I read until lunch time when I got up and made fried
death for me and Tom. Beautiful bacon and sausages and black pudding
and eggs.

Whilst Tom was at the tip, I trimmed my veil and read blogs and
tidied, and then we went to my grans house to meet Suz, one of our
lovely photographers, and we plannedshots and she took pics of my
wedding dress and our wedding rings and we saw some of her work which
was lovely.

After that we went off to church for our slot of the 12 hours of
prayer and I coloured in a celtic graphic and prayed hard and listened
to the words of naff worship songs.

In the evening I went to dinner with Hannah who I used to live with at
University, to catch up after a year of not seeing each other, and now
we're back off to church for a late night service.
Awesomeness...though i could do with a late night snack.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Friday, August 27, 2010

Day 5 RAH RAH RAH

I've just been to the cinema, where I saw Scott Pilgrim vs the World
and had my eyeballs assaulted my the bindmending colours and the pop
art sensibilities.

Ah.. the harbour lights cinema, where you can coo over massive
beautiful yachts whilst you wait for your film, and sup on Hooegarden
whilst you watch the film. Small cinemas rock. We randomly decide
we're going to the cinema of an eve, it's the opening night for a
film, and thanks to online booking, there's no queuing and plenty of
space in the cinema. I chowed down on pretzels and laughed and laughed
and laughed at this strangely compelling film peppered with video
games references anyone younger than me may struggle to get.

The gym was awesome and I love the buzz of heavy weights and the
dinner was lamb tagine with apricots and there are two baby aubergines
in my garden, and I must plan some more veg for the winter and next
year I want to have a section of the garden for cut flowers so I can
grow them to make pretty things she says as she types and looks at the
lone carnation from the bunch of flowers she arranged for Ruth.

Can I be your flower, petal? It's a buzz and a drama and a joy, and I
feel like I've not seen anyone for months and crowded out all at once,
but oh well and there you go and goodnight.

Day 5 RAH RAH RAH

I've just been to the cinema, where I saw Scott Pilgrim vs the World
and had my eyeballs assaulted my the bindmending colours and the pop
art sensibilities.

Ah.. the harbour lights cinema, where you can coo over massive
beautiful yachts whilst you wait for your film, and sup on Hooegarden
whilst you watch the film. Small cinemas rock. We randomly decide
we're going to the cinema of an eve, it's the opening night for a
film, and thanks to online booking, there's no queuing and plenty of
space in the cinema. I chowed down on pretzels and laughed and laughed
and laughed at this strangely compelling film peppered with video
games references anyone younger than me may struggle to get.

The gym was awesome and I love the buzz of heavy weights and the
dinner was lamb tagine with apricots and there are two baby aubergines
in my garden, and I must plan some more veg for the winter and next
year I want to have a section of the garden for cut flowers so I can
grow them to make pretty things she says as she types and looks at the
lone carnation from the bunch of flowers she arranged for Ruth.

Can I be your flower, petal? It's a buzz and a drama and a joy, and I
feel like I've not seen anyone for months and crowded out all at once,
but oh well and there you go and goodnight.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Jews and Christians on the Bible :: University of Southampton

Jews and Christians on the Bible

This course will examine the Bible and its interpretation and how it has affected Jewish-Christian relations through history.

Galilee

Galilee

Historic buildings in Galilee.

We will look at the development of the two religions in the first few centuries, when the Bible played a central role in the debate between Jews and early Christians. This will follow with study of how the conflict over interpretation has continued or discontinued over the ages. An assessment will be made as to how the Bible has been used by both Jews and Christians to create a negative picture of each other and deny the validity of each other’s interpretations. We will also explore evidence of positive interaction over the Bible and recent approaches in the modern encounter between Jews and Christians that address texts and ideas that have previously been used to reinforce hostility.

This will be done through examination of the role of the Bible in Jewish-Christian relations from its earliest period, including the New Testament, the work of the rabbis and church fathers, the medieval mystical tradition and the reformation. Then we will move into the contemporary era, dealing with modern interpretation of Scripture and readings of the Bible since the Holocaust. In this way, the course will trace the development of the Jewish-Christian relationship based on the Bible, but, most importantly, examine evidence of positive interaction alongside issues of conflict.

Course code: HIST1099
Date: Thursdays 3 February 2011 - 19 May 2011 (Easter vacation: Monday 4 April 2011 - Monday 2 May 2011) 
Time: 6.30 - 8.30pm
Duration: 12 meetings
Fee: £175 (£150 for concessions)

One for me and Tom to do in the future?

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Jews and Christians on the Bible :: University of Southampton



Jews and Christians on the Bible




This course will examine the Bible and its interpretation and how it has affected Jewish-Christian relations through history.







Galilee








Galilee














Historic buildings in Galilee.











We will look at the development of the two religions in the first few centuries, when the Bible played a central role in the debate between Jews and early Christians. This will follow with study of how the conflict over interpretation has continued or discontinued over the ages. An assessment will be made as to how the Bible has been used by both Jews and Christians to create a negative picture of each other and deny the validity of each other???s interpretations. We will also explore evidence of positive interaction over the Bible and recent approaches in the modern encounter between Jews and Christians that address texts and ideas that have previously been used to reinforce hostility.

This will be done through examination of the role of the Bible in Jewish-Christian relations from its earliest period, including the New Testament, the work of the rabbis and church fathers, the medieval mystical tradition and the reformation. Then we will move into the contemporary era, dealing with modern interpretation of Scripture and readings of the Bible since the Holocaust. In this way, the course will trace the development of the Jewish-Christian relationship based on the Bible, but, most importantly, examine evidence of positive interaction alongside issues of conflict.

Course code: HIST1099
Date: Thursdays 3 February 2011??-??19 May 2011 (Easter vacation: Monday 4 April 2011 - Monday 2 May 2011)??
Time: 6.30 - 8.30pm
Duration: 12 meetings
Fee:????175 (??150 for concessions)


One for me and Tom to do in the future?

Day 4 ish Words

So this is into day 5 but shush. I'll do another one later. Hum hum
hum hum hum. Well the UCSA meeting went well, and things seem to be
happening on the church end about getting some kind of chaplaincy
provision and we're all going to have to watch this space, but over
all it's good!

I wonder if Simon got his present in the post. I wonder what the
parcel that Tom is picking up from the post office depot is?

I love post. Real hardcopy happy post. It makes me happy and shiny and
lovely. If you want actual pages long real letters then you should
send me your address!!

mmmm Spinning head! This is random.

Anyone know of any good social media marketing courses I could go on?
Grah another 4 minutes? I don't know what to write today.

Have you ever been carried out on a tide of sound? When the sound
dances around the edges of your brain and makes you soar through the
insides of something, but you feet never leave the ground.

Yeah I miss that.

I have the gym tonight, it should be good. I shall pump some iron and
smile and be happy and dance and sing. Sing Sing Sing. Dance Dance
Dance.

Day 4 ish Words

So this is into day 5 but shush. I'll do another one later. Hum hum
hum hum hum. Well the UCSA meeting went well, and things seem to be
happening on the church end about getting some kind of chaplaincy
provision and we're all going to have to watch this space, but over
all it's good!

I wonder if Simon got his present in the post. I wonder what the
parcel that Tom is picking up from the post office depot is?

I love post. Real hardcopy happy post. It makes me happy and shiny and
lovely. If you want actual pages long real letters then you should
send me your address!!

mmmm Spinning head! This is random.

Anyone know of any good social media marketing courses I could go on?
Grah another 4 minutes? I don't know what to write today.

Have you ever been carried out on a tide of sound? When the sound
dances around the edges of your brain and makes you soar through the
insides of something, but you feet never leave the ground.

Yeah I miss that.

I have the gym tonight, it should be good. I shall pump some iron and
smile and be happy and dance and sing. Sing Sing Sing. Dance Dance
Dance.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Day Three of Ramblings

I always forget how much I miss friends like Amy until I see them
after a long absence. She's so funny and kind, and an evening with her
is like drinking a glass full of mirth and happiness. I hope she's had
a good day to day and has done lots of fulfilling work and is enjoying
an evening's entertainment with her pet rat and lots of chocolate.

Today saw me on a train, flying through Hampshire countryside, and
being trained in XHMTL. It was interesting, reaffirming all the things
I know how to do already, and learning all the things I didn't know.
The training centre was a huge soulless place, with no windows, but
fabulous food. We had a Chinese buffet, followed by a choice of
turkish delight or lemon cheesecake. I tried a taste of the turkish
delight, but it was far too sweet for my tastes. A food coma ensued
along with food guilt, of course.

Then we came home in the rain, the pouring pouring pouring rain that
beat down on me so so so hard from the station to the house that my
trousers were soaked up to my thighs. I came into Tom, Sandy and Lula,
discussing computers and wedding clothes and cars. It's like coming
home to flowers or chocolate when friends are around, and we watched
more Hustle and ate seafood chowder from a recipe that Tom had
invented. It was delicious with chilli crackers and cold white wine.

And now I'm here, fretting over the wedding and writing XHTML code for
fun and playing with CSS horizontal menus and actually kind of
enjoying it. Which is a little weird, but there you go. Next up,
learning how to upload things to FTP. How much fun will that be.

Day Three of Ramblings

I always forget how much I miss friends like Amy until I see them
after a long absence. She's so funny and kind, and an evening with her
is like drinking a glass full of mirth and happiness. I hope she's had
a good day to day and has done lots of fulfilling work and is enjoying
an evening's entertainment with her pet rat and lots of chocolate.

Today saw me on a train, flying through Hampshire countryside, and
being trained in XHMTL. It was interesting, reaffirming all the things
I know how to do already, and learning all the things I didn't know.
The training centre was a huge soulless place, with no windows, but
fabulous food. We had a Chinese buffet, followed by a choice of
turkish delight or lemon cheesecake. I tried a taste of the turkish
delight, but it was far too sweet for my tastes. A food coma ensued
along with food guilt, of course.

Then we came home in the rain, the pouring pouring pouring rain that
beat down on me so so so hard from the station to the house that my
trousers were soaked up to my thighs. I came into Tom, Sandy and Lula,
discussing computers and wedding clothes and cars. It's like coming
home to flowers or chocolate when friends are around, and we watched
more Hustle and ate seafood chowder from a recipe that Tom had
invented. It was delicious with chilli crackers and cold white wine.

And now I'm here, fretting over the wedding and writing XHTML code for
fun and playing with CSS horizontal menus and actually kind of
enjoying it. Which is a little weird, but there you go. Next up,
learning how to upload things to FTP. How much fun will that be.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Day 2 - Every day for a week, write for 10 minutes without stopping - stream of consciousness styley

I went home and thought I was going to get half an hour to myself to calm down and unwind but the the driving instructor turned up and off we went. It was terrifying, all "Be more confident" and "You're too slow" and then when I thought right I'm going to be more confident I get told off for moving off when something is coming or for going up a hill in the wrong gear. It just makes me feel sick and makes me want to cry. I don't want to do it anymore. When we finally got back, poor Tom had been working hard all day strimming ground at church and I was all grumpy and unhelpful. We had chinese style roast duck breast and stir fry veg for dinner, and Rob came to watch Moon with us.

I liked Moon. It was like old fashioned scifi, you know where somehting is alomost feasible, where you feel uneasy in your stomach. Like a Ray Bradbury novel. Almost heart wrenching. It was nice to see Rob as he lives so so so so far away now.

When he had gone I actually had a bath, something I've not done for a long time. I fretted shallowly whilst I was in there about how fat I am, and how much I will hate the wedding photos, and my reverse body dismorphia where I look in the mirror and think, hey yeah, you look good , and then see a photo and see how obscenely my rolls of flesh pour over my clothes.

It's annoying and not important or useful. But I wish I wish I could just be thin? Then I might be able to like myself better. Grah why am I such a statistic? When can I just like me a me and be happy.

Scoff I sound such a stereotype. But today that's how I feel. Nothing useful or good and grand. Sorry.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Day 2 - Every day for a week, write for 10 minutes without stopping - stream of consciousness styley

I went home and thought I was going to get half an hour to myself to calm down and unwind but the the driving instructor turned up and off we went. It was terrifying, all "Be more confident" and "You're too slow" and then when I thought right I'm going to be more confident I get told off for moving off when something is coming or for going up a hill in the wrong gear. It just makes me feel sick and makes me want to cry. I don't want to do it anymore. When we finally got back, poor Tom had been working hard all day strimming ground at church and I was all grumpy and unhelpful. We had chinese style roast duck breast and stir fry veg for dinner, and Rob came to watch Moon with us.

I liked Moon. It was like old fashioned scifi, you know where somehting is alomost feasible, where you feel uneasy in your stomach. Like a Ray Bradbury novel. Almost heart wrenching. It was nice to see Rob as he lives so so so so far away now.

When he had gone I actually had a bath, something I've not done for a long time. I fretted shallowly whilst I was in there about how fat I am, and how much I will hate the wedding photos, and my reverse body dismorphia where I look in the mirror and think, hey yeah, you look good , and then see a photo and see how obscenely my rolls of flesh pour over my clothes.

It's annoying and not important or useful. But I wish I wish I could just be thin? Then I might be able to like myself better. Grah why am I such a statistic? When can I just like me a me and be happy.

Scoff I sound such a stereotype. But today that's how I feel. Nothing useful or good and grand. Sorry.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Every day for a week, write for 10 minutes without stopping - stream of consciousness styley.

Day 1

Today I am so tired and bored and stressed and all these things. I hate waiting and love it all at once, anticipation is so much better than the real thing, and at the same time so much worse. Why can't it be this week, why can't it be tomorrow, I feel sick and excited and ready and not ready. Only another three and a half hours till I can go home, and sit and think and write thank you cards. I'm actually feeling anxious as I have a driving lesson and I hate my driving lessons. The whole experience makes me feel sick to my stomach. What if I crash? Or don't see a cyclist? Or hit another car, or park funny? I can drive, I can do all these manoevers correctly, I just need the time to practice. And my instructor makes me feel like we are rushing and I'm not good enough, and asks "what gear should we pull away in, Alex?" and make me feel this small.

But there you go. I need to do this, otherwise I won't be a real person, and we won't be able to move to the middle of nowhere and have a farm. I won't be able to get myself to a floristry course or take Tom to hospital. And I just have to man up and do it, but i hate it and I have to and so on and so forth. I hate writing like this too. All I type is "It makes me feel" and that's not really interesting is it? All around me is the chug chug chug hum of computers, and its my lunch time and I'm hungry but I can't eat anything else. After the wedding I am going to eat lasagne and bread and pasta and not care and just be happy and revel in my fatness.

Ten minutes is a long time, I'm not sure I have anything in my stream of conscious apart from this swirling mess of thoughts of cake and cards and dresses and church. Oh well, not long now.

Every day for a week, write for 10 minutes without stopping - stream of consciousness styley.

Day 1

Today I am so tired and bored and stressed and all these things. I hate waiting and love it all at once, anticipation is so much better than the real thing, and at the same time so much worse. Why can't it be this week, why can't it be tomorrow, I feel sick and excited and ready and not ready. Only another three and a half hours till I can go home, and sit and think and write thank you cards. I'm actually feeling anxious as I have a driving lesson and I hate my driving lessons. The whole experience makes me feel sick to my stomach. What if I crash? Or don't see a cyclist? Or hit another car, or park funny? I can drive, I can do all these manoevers correctly, I just need the time to practice. And my instructor makes me feel like we are rushing and I'm not good enough, and asks "what gear should we pull away in, Alex?" and make me feel this small.

But there you go. I need to do this, otherwise I won't be a real person, and we won't be able to move to the middle of nowhere and have a farm. I won't be able to get myself to a floristry course or take Tom to hospital. And I just have to man up and do it, but i hate it and I have to and so on and so forth. I hate writing like this too. All I type is "It makes me feel" and that's not really interesting is it? All around me is the chug chug chug hum of computers, and its my lunch time and I'm hungry but I can't eat anything else. After the wedding I am going to eat lasagne and bread and pasta and not care and just be happy and revel in my fatness.

Ten minutes is a long time, I'm not sure I have anything in my stream of conscious apart from this swirling mess of thoughts of cake and cards and dresses and church. Oh well, not long now.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Friday, August 06, 2010

Mukhtars F??dselsdag - Flash Mob - Bedre Bustur

Mukhtars Fødselsdag - Flash Mob - Bedre Bustur

Belfast Pride Church « Flowers For Rifles

I missed the main Pride celebration in Belfast this year so I really wanted to get to the church service on the following day. I remembered it from the year before as being somewhere I felt that the three of us, my husband, daughter and I, felt really welcome, but also a place where they were making a clear effort to make everyone else welcome as well. We live about an hour away from Belfast and we were all going to stay there that night so the morning was really busy with us trying to get ready in time, trying to work through my 5 year old daughter’s protests about going to ‘boring church’ (thankfully the only bitter protest of the day!) and sorting out someone to let the cat out in the morning.

Most churches will say they welcome gay people. In many churches if you go in and tell them you’re gay they won’t physically recoil or start telling you about hell (although some will I’m sure). But it’s a different matter when you explain that you don’t want to change, that you believe you were made in the image of God along with everyone else, that you don’t want to be straight. That you want to partake, as an equal. I say this as a straight person who has been on the inside of various different church communities in Northern Ireland for quite some time, and as someone who once held the common view; that you have to love the sinner and hate the sin, that although God loved gay people it was the kind of love that parents have for their prodigal children, a love that sees being gay as a choice and a bad one, rather than a love which celebrates their being here and the unique gifts they bring.

But anyway, the three of us went to church yesterday. We sat down and spoke with friends and sorted Ana out with a church-ignoring device (Cbeebies on my Walkman. I always worry about being judged for this kind of thing but I figured people would prefer it to having a 5 year old crying and saying how bored she is throughout the entire thing).

Rev Chris Hudson began the service with the words ‘Welcome, welcome,’ and if he’d stopped there it might have been enough, because I could see difference all around the small church, at the front as well as in the pews. And it’s not often that a service begins with someone playing ‘Over the Rainbow‘ on the organ (but I wonder why not, because who goes to church without a sense of longing for the possibilities to come? Who doesn’t wish their troubles would melt like lemon drops?)

It was short ritual towards the end of the service that I wanted to write about mainly. Chris Hudson explained why we had been asked to take a small stone as we entered the church. He held one of the stones up as he spoke about people being stoned, in the bible and more recently, the punishments meted out to those who refuse to deny themselves. Today we would also take a stone, we would set them on the altar in a circle, a symbol of unity and solidarity. People got up. The men beside me had to climb over me as Ana was sprawled out on my lap, half asleep, oblivious. They asked if I needed a stone. I explained that we’d left ours in the toilet during the pre-service bathroom trip we had to make, during which I had to shepherd said five year old right through the middle of the choir who were practising in the cramped room below the church. We’d sit this one out.

But I changed my mind about that too. I watched everyone lining up; people I knew, people I didn’t know, Priests, vicars, gay people, straight people, men, women. All waiting patiently holding their piece of stone. It made me think of communion and queuing to vote and suddenly I desperately wanted to be part of it. I asked my husband to fetch us a couple of stones and I told Ana what we were going to do. By the time we were ready we were the last in the queue and my daughter laid the last stone in the circle. I hadn’t planned for us to be so conspicuous. It is very humbling to be invited to join in a ritual of quiet defiance against a kind of discrimination that you yourself have not faced, the kind of discrimination that often came from a place that you used to revere. The kind of generosity that lays down stones instead of throwing them always floors me. I suppose that’s what church is actually meant to be like.

(This photo is from pride a couple of years ago. It was taken by Ian Mobsby. He said that he was impressed by this woman who just kept smiling at everyone, even when she was berated by the fundamentalist Christians who had come to protest.)

Good things for a friday.

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Belfast Pride Church ?? Flowers For Rifles

I missed the main Pride celebration in Belfast this year so I really wanted to get to the church service on the following day. I remembered it from the year before as being somewhere I felt that the three of us, my husband, daughter and I, felt really welcome, but also a place where they were making a clear effort to make everyone else welcome as well. We live about an hour away from Belfast and we were all going to stay there that night so the morning was really busy with us trying to get ready in time, trying to work through my 5 year old daughter???s protests about going to ???boring church??? (thankfully the only bitter protest of the day!) and sorting out someone to let the cat out in the morning.

Most churches will say they welcome gay people. In many churches if you go in and tell them you???re gay they won???t physically recoil or start telling you about hell (although some will I???m sure). But it???s a different matter when you explain that you don???t want to change, that you believe you were made in the image of God along with everyone else, that you don???t want to be straight. That you want to partake, as an equal. I say this as a straight person who has been on the inside of various different church communities in Northern Ireland for quite some time, and as someone who once held the common view; that you have to love the sinner and hate the sin, that although God loved gay people it was the kind of love that parents have for their prodigal children, a love that sees being gay as a choice and a bad one, rather than a love which celebrates their being here and the unique gifts they bring.

But anyway, the three of us went to church yesterday. We sat down and spoke with friends and sorted Ana out with a church-ignoring device (Cbeebies on my Walkman. I always worry about being judged for this kind of thing but I figured people would prefer it to having a 5 year old crying and saying how bored she is throughout the entire thing).

Rev Chris Hudson began the service with the words ???Welcome, welcome,??? and if he???d stopped there it might have been enough, because I could see difference all around the small church, at the front as well as in the pews. And it???s not often that a service begins with someone playing ???Over the Rainbow??? on the organ (but I wonder why not, because who goes to church without a sense of longing for the possibilities to come? Who doesn???t wish their troubles would melt like lemon drops?)

It was short ritual towards the end of the service that I wanted to write about mainly. Chris Hudson explained why we had been asked to take a small stone as we entered the church. He held one of the stones up as he spoke about people being stoned, in the bible and more recently, the punishments meted out to those who refuse to deny themselves. Today we would also take a stone, we would set them on the altar in a circle, a symbol of unity and solidarity. People got up. The men beside me had to climb over me as Ana was sprawled out on my lap, half asleep, oblivious. They asked if I needed a stone. I explained that we???d left ours in the toilet during the pre-service bathroom trip we had to make, during which I had to shepherd said five year old right through the middle of the choir who were practising in the cramped room below the church. We???d sit this one out.

But I changed my mind about that too. I watched everyone lining up; people I knew, people I didn???t know, Priests, vicars, gay people, straight people, men, women. All waiting patiently holding their piece of stone. It made me think of communion and queuing to vote and suddenly I desperately wanted to be part of it. I asked my husband to fetch us a couple of stones and I told Ana what we were going to do. By the time we were ready we were the last in the queue and my daughter laid the last stone in the circle. I hadn???t planned for us to be so conspicuous. It is very humbling to be invited to join in a ritual of quiet defiance against a kind of discrimination that you yourself have not faced, the kind of discrimination that often came from a place that you used to revere. The kind of generosity that lays down stones instead of throwing them always floors me. I suppose that???s what church is actually meant to be like.

(This photo is from pride a couple of years ago. It was taken by Ian Mobsby. He said that he was impressed by this woman who just kept smiling at everyone, even when she was berated by the fundamentalist Christians who had come to protest.)

Good things for a friday.

Monday, August 02, 2010

Foody Foody Fun!

I had a fab hen do arranged by Jess. We went for a picnic on the
common, then to a spa, then for dinner, then our dancing, then home to
Jess' to watch a film, sleep a bit and have cooked breakfast.She kept
each bit a surprise, so it was a really fun day. Going dancing made me
laugh as we were all so zoned out after the spa afternoon that we
could only manage dancing till midnight.












We've been doing a lot more gardening recently, and enjoying the fab
pergola John built us as a wedding present. I want to grow roses and
clematis up it! Look at the haul of veg from yesterday!








I also taught myself to make a wired bouquet:

but I left the pretty sweetpeas Tom's mum bought me from her garden
just as they are:

Posted via email from Alex E Jones

Foody Foody Fun!

I had a fab hen do arranged by Jess. We went for a picnic on the
common, then to a spa, then for dinner, then our dancing, then home to
Jess' to watch a film, sleep a bit and have cooked breakfast.She kept
each bit a surprise, so it was a really fun day. Going dancing made me
laugh as we were all so zoned out after the spa afternoon that we
could only manage dancing till midnight.

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