The Oxford University Natural History Museum is currently closed so the Victorian roof can be repaired. They’ve found some graffiti which I find cool. I know if you found similar graffiti in your house after some guys repainted your roof you might not be so pleased, but I think this is ok isn’t it?
This month’s goat is a ripper. Behold!
It’s good to know I’m just an idiot (sorry Dad).
Today when my motorbike broke down… it didn’t break down, it just ran out of petrol. Oh well, I needed the exercise (pushing 200 kg of motorbike 1 km).
I was interested to read here that wine consumption in France is on the decline. Where as in 1965 the French drank, on average, 160 liters of wine a year, numbers for 2010 show a decrease to only 57 liters.
One person interviewed blames the way society has sped everything up. Oh, and he also blames businesses for being “busy-ness” where you are expected to not consume wine with lunch so you can work in the afternoon!
How things change.
I think I’m obsessed with the weather. I know a lot of Australians are, we talk about it like we can change what happens. Or maybe we wish we could change what happens. If it doesn’t rain for a while, drought conditions become a major topic of conversation, if it rains too much we talk about flooding.
That is probably one reason why I’m so fascinated with weather conditions. Since moving to the UK I’ve probably obsessed even more because things are just so different. Or should I say unpredictable?
This morning it was raining. Not hard, but enough to get you wet if you stood still. Sometime around 8.30am it started to snow. In less than two hours we have this:
It is truly lovely, it is very pretty, and I guess romantic? But I know that there will be complaining from a lot of the public if it continues because it will make transport difficult amongst other things.
For now, I’m just going to enjoy it and maybe stay indoors and light the fire. Merry Christmas. Oh, wait, it’s almost Easter.
You know it’s a chilly spring morning when the ice forms on the loom. The wind was probably helping the ice to form, it was certainly helping ice to form on my nose.
There is nothing like the smell of baking bread. Especially when it’s a fruit loaf. This is Kate’s Sunday arvo attempt and I don’t think it will disappoint!
Lunch today was this fantastic dish of snags and cheesey ploenta. A hearty meal in the French Alps!
Was anyone else confronted with this scary number of updates recently? Luckily, they were applied quite quickly!
One of those nice Canadians once told me that he knew “cereal box French”. This was what he explained as a language you learn of a morning while you are sitting down to breakfast, reading the cereal box. However, you tend to learn only words like “50% free” “added iron” and so forth.
I know that given that French is one of Canada’s national languages, you would expect them all to be fluent eh? Wrong! For a good percentage of the population, they are closer to a Spanish speaking population (Mexico) than a French speaking population (out east). Well, so I’m told.
Anyway, I digress (“anyways” in Canadian). It struck me as amusing how some companies are choosing to entertain on their packing. I give you Innocent Juice’s entertainment. Well, it entertained me.
