I have been busy spinning silk and wool this week, knitting some gloves and a hat from one lot, so life is quiet and we have not been anywhere. Yesterday a friend asked to be a 'Flickr friend', funny world we live in, now people can prowl through our photos from all over the world. Anyway I decided to put some more photos from my computer on there, a job I hate but it is a permanent record. The other week another friend asked me to join her on LinkedIn, think that is what it is called, anyway I filled in the necessary detail, and then up pops a Brazilian language student from years ago! How, says I, did she notice me, penny dropped access to my email list but actually I can't find her on it - mystery.
All the fuss that has gone on since Edward Snowden revealing the extent of the plundering of information on the internet by the security services. It passes most of us by, we are just caught up in the mass of useless selling in the form of advertising that flows through, our names harvested for on a brief hope we may buy...
I spent a good hour with my daughter on the phone on friday, she seems so happy with their new house though her husband is stripping every room in the house, luckily the start of building works begin next week with the installation of heating, and then plastering can begin as apparently the wallpaper held up quite a lot of the old plaster.
She would love if we moved down there, preferably next door, but our hearts are definitely not in Todmorden, LS refuses to contemplate it and this part of the world is difficult to get close to, think it must be the dark dour nature of the stone and brick used for the houses. But it has a train station to the big Northern cities, so the children should be able eventually to find jobs - when they grow up of course.
Some photos that made their way to Flickr, fragments of people, which I do not always post, but there are lots of stories in our lifetimes......
|LS's cousin's cottage in Cornwall, we are aspiring to this!|
|Bucky and Loie at Pentre Ifan last year|
|To a burst of sunshine on my old rigid loom|
|The Autumn apples waiting to be juiced|
|To friends and wandering round stones this summer|
|Maldon and Essex 's creeks|
|Mundon church, must get coal|
|Frank and Margaret, she has lived in America for 40 years, but comes from Lampeter; two hours chatting in Costa Coffee in Bath|
|Jeannot and Annabel, my ex-sister-in-law whose birthday it is this week|
|Part of the family, chocolate cake and colas, or perhaps another meal in Whitby, the two boys with their tired mum.|