It pains me to say it but I think I am going to have to cover my stretch of next year’s John O Groat’s to Land’s End Blogger Relay by bike. I am no runner. Well not until they make scaffolding that I can wear around my midriff anyway. No, I am more comfortable on a bike and have a ready padded bottom to go with my padded saddle.
This might be one of my favourite times of the year, November. So I am a bit pleased it is the theme for the Gallery this week. I love the excuse to not go out. To stay inside and do nothing but drink hot chocolate and watch TV. When it is not so freezing that your ears break off when you go outside. Or your plans disrupted by the wrong kind of snow on the track or six feet of it sitting up against your back door.
November is when we really think the year is coming to an end, the leaves are well and truly coming off the trees, there is sometimes a frost in the morning, and we have to start scraping the car. The sun is really low and on some roads can make you feel as though you are driving directly into it. But it warms your soul at the same time and makes you realise that summer was not that long ago.
November is also about birthdays for us too. We have a weekend of them. E first, she turned 15 this year. My baby girl, my last born is now a fully fledged teen. My daughter who did a Thirty Seconds From Mars gig at the O2 on Saturday night. Standing so they could be closer to the action. On crutches as she had broken a toe the day before.
The next day is Papa Jim’s, Hopalong, Dad to Bruce, Jim to me. We didn’t get to share cake and Whisky on his birthday this year with him, so will make up for it in Cornwall at Christmas.
The day after is Roger’s, Bruce’s brother’s. Gone but not forgotten, Rog. You may not be here to share cake either, you are always in our thoughts, more so on your birthday. RIP Rog.
And so that is November. Birthdays and sunsets. And sunrises. There have been corkers this month. The sky has literally been pink.
The big pic at the top though was last weekend, driving to the kennels to drop Cheeky off before we went away for the weekend. It is right out in the sticks and one particular part of the drive there is through a country lane where trees form a tunnel. On the way back it was surreal, really dark with the light beckoning ahead. I wondered if I had in fact died and this was the bright light everybody talked about.
Thankfully it being 9am on a Friday morning the road was empty so I could stop in the middle of the road (don’t worry I could see there was nothing behind me, it’s a straight road before you all start about road safety) and take this pic on my phone.
Orange leaves, bear trees, low light. It sums up November pretty perfectly for me.
What about you? What says November to you?
What I hear you ask? You heard me. Rakuten’s Play.com is a great website that you may have heard of a few years ago before they became Rakuten’s. A great place online to buy DVDs / CDs and as I found out recently a whole lot more. You see I hadn’t used them for years and when I was asked if I wanted do a review in exchange for a credit on my account I thought “hmmm I could a few CDs for Christmas presents”.
Is there a typical day in the life of a parent? I know that no two of my days are ever the same, and even when I get up expecting today to be vaguely the same as yesterday it rarely is. How do we do it all? How do we cram it all in when we often need to be in two different places at the same time?
Knowing what we do now about Comic Relief we know that they like to round things off properly. There is a cycle to how they work, both on a small level with maybe money being loaned to a person using a project and paid back to help others, to a bigger scale with telling fund raisers where the money goes. Or maybe with training via a project so that a service user feels empowered. It is not a case of just taking money from fund raisers and giving it to somebody who needs it. It goes much deeper than that.
We get an idea of those projects and a sense of understanding of where our £1 for a red nose, or £100 for a sponsored swim has gone. It is not just a case of saying “give us your money” and that is the last you hear about it. It is one of the, many, reasons I love the way Comic Relief do things.
You might have seen me Tweet a business card I was given a while ago at a party. It simply had the cartoonist’s name on one side and “Google Me” on the back.
It made me laugh out loud and vow that if I ever got more business cards made I would do the same. Me? Egotistical? Just a smidge maybe. And it probably only works if you have an unusual name. Or in fact, are easily traceable on Google. Or want to be contacted that way. After all, not all of us want to put our phone numbers on that big search engine in the cloud.
I don’t mean us recycling clothes, silly. That is a brilliant idea. I am a huge fan of recycling clothes, either by giving them to a charity shop or by putting them in a clothing bank. No. What I am talking about this week on Ranty Friday is the idea that Catherine Middleton et al are “recycling clothes” by simply wearing an outfit twice.
So, Mr B has often talked about camping, and, when I’ve regained consciousness, I tend to look incredulously at him and say “but there’s no ensuite!!!” and then the subject gets filed away again for a month or seven.
The story of our trip to Reading Festival may be well-known but I think it bears repeating, even in an abridged form.
Let’s go to a music festival, he said.