Haze n Hoolies

I worked with a TV Director once, who used to insist on having a smoke machine on every shoot with him. At the time, I thought he was a prima donna, especially as we were only making quite a cruddy programme on where folks should holiday in the southeast of England. I re-thought my opinion of him during my run this morning (I’m sure he’s been worrying about it all these years obviously). I looked up to see this amazing effect, where the sunlight was diffused across the whole sky, shining through the haze of the morning mist. My description won’t do it justice and I didn’t have my camera on me. I think the technical term might be “diffused light” or something (photographers help me out?).

I started to understand why artists and photographers get inspired to capture such things. My friend says her daughter looks different when she’s at our house. I’m sure it’s all in the light - we live at the top of the hill, they live down the shadier bottom.

Talking about being on the top of the hill, it’s blimmin windy today isn’t it? I thought my sheets could do with a bit of an airing. It was like something out of a bad 70s sitcom trying to peg them out on the line with them flapping and whipping in my face. Then continuing in the frank spencer / selwyn froggit vein, my laundry bag blew away and got stuck on top of a hedge. It was threatening to blow off and away down valley but for one thorn that was holding it in place.

Cue R & I whooping, laughing, shouting and running about trying to find a long stick and banging into eachother because our hair was blowing into our eyes. I managed a quick snap before do the rescue op. It was very exciting. Well, for us. Two of our resident dog walkers were watching the lambs nearby but missed all the hullabaloo because the wind was whistling so loudly in their ears.

 

Ironing’s Never Been So Much Fun

I’ve not posted for a few days. I’d been doing it late evenings when I have my best “me time”. Last week I’d had a bit less “me time” as I was going to bed / getting up earlier for my new morning jogging regime (haha! Still can’t quite believe I can say me and jogging in the same sentence) .

Last night I found a new distraction. Ironing whilst watching iplayer. I tell you it’s all rock n roll round here. Ironing’s bad enough. Made slightly more bearable by watching telly. 9 times out of 10 you’re just watching whatever mindless drivel is on at the time. But NOW, wey hey. I know I’m probably slow on the uptake compared to you other cyberkooks but my new laptop lets me choose what I want to watch whilst doing the most boring job on the planet.

When I worked at the BBC a few centuries ago, I went to a seminar hosted by a man who had just met with a fella none of us had heard of at that time - Bill Gates. Apparently Bill had said that the media was going to change beyond all recognition in the future. We wouldn’t need to buy newspapers to read the news, we would call up whatever news or entertainment content we wanted to consume and watch it not on screens but on other convenient surfaces like our fridge doors or kitchen tables. Sounds like he knew what he was talking about that Mr Gates. I bet we’ll be hearing more from him soon

Who would have thought, when I was a fresh faced and eager media miss in those days, that I would be reaping the rewards of that technology in quite this humdrum way. Where’s Mrs Gates when you need her, to come up with some way of deleting the need for ironing?

 

Eye and thigh ache

A nice spring sunset from yesterday evening. Left the tea bubbling on the hob to run outside and take some snaps. Returned with my eyes blinking and fizzling with all the strange sun spot colours on the insides of my eyelids. Note to self: shouldn’t really look at the sun even through a lens. Reminds me of an interesting thing I read today. R asked me what worms eat and the handy Yahoo Answers website helped me out. I then got distracted by a link to another question which I’ve often pondered myself. What do blind people’s dreams look like?

After all the easter egg chocs I’ve decided I must get round to losing some weight so have started running /stumbling up and down the local hills every morning. My thighs are killing me but I’m pleased I’ve managed it 3 days on the trot. I feel so lucky to be out among the baa-ing, crowing, tweeting and cock-a-doodle-doing rather than inside a smelly gym with headphones on. Ok the dog barking, manure smells and rain-misted glasses are not so brill but at least not had to go out in the snow. Yet.