… sexy, of course. Just in case you had ever doubted this fact, you should check out coffee and a book chick.
The evidence…
I may be gone some time. I won’t just be looking at George, I’ll be reading book reviews. Really.
It’s happening. Little by little. Girl1 and Girl2 are growing up. Amdist the chaos of the summer there have been lots of clues…
- they survived the ‘sink or swim’ nature of the hospital/ wake/ funeral scenarios by chatting confidently to anyone and everyone. They have lost their reserve.
- Girl2 decided it was about time she could ride her bike, so off she went. No more holding on, no more adult sore backs, no more push and glide… she just did it.
- Girl1 realised that she lives in a city, which provides clothes shopping opportunities beyond supermarkets. A gift was not spent adding to the clothes collection of the Build a Bears. She bought proper Converse boots. I think she’ll be looking for fancy brand name clothes come Christmas time.
- We have new neighbours. The children are small, energetic and very loud. Like Little Miss Pink For Now, they manage to make our ruffians seem positively sedate.
- Each girl has come in with badly grazed and bleeding limbs, that they didn’t tell me about. No hugs, kisses or TLC required. ‘Oh, that’s just a graze. It’s fine’. My mind has boggled.
- Most telling of all- nobody held my hand on the way to school this morning. Bah.
did the olden days people really sit here?
super strong
for my grandmother, the way home
for Spurs Fan's grandfather, the job
note the selling point is basically 'come to Donegal and freeze'
We were there primarily to see an exhibition about the Titanic- Belfast is proud of its shipbuilding, even that of what Annie calls the ‘temporary ship’. We saw bits of metal, stressed out of shape; a nightgown found floating in the sea; a silver soup tureen, dented. The opulance of the ship was staggering, too good to last; a metaphor for its time indeed.
For me, the most remarkable thing was that there was only 30 odd years between these two snapshots:
spot the car: '1960s Cortina Culture'
1934, hiring fairs
We decided against the flight simulator, and retired to the cafe for caramel squares. In smaller heads, that might have been the real reason for the visit.
The park close to here used to host major music events (U2 at the end of the road- the most convenient concert ever); now it’s more likely to have cultural events, with added music. There’s the tasteandmusicfest, the mela and any number of other council sponsored events.
Today (Saturday) was different. Belfast was ‘saddling up for an exciting and glamorous new addition to Northern Ireland’s summer social calendar.’ What summer social calendar? ‘Glamorous’ means ‘expensive’, doesn’t it? I’m curious though- what is going on? Why are they painting lines on the grass?
A helicopter with a HRH. Horse boxes. Champagne and canapés. Visiting teams from Argentina. It’s all well outside my comfort zone.
Polo! In Belfast! Minutes from here …
image from here
Also, £85 a ticket. Ah.
So much for my chances of seeing rich folk at play down the road. It’s not their natural habitat. If only I’d thought to get Spurs Fan to take pics as he walked past.
