An Inuit man warms up his wife’s feet in Greenland, 1890s. Or me to my wife when she’s forgot to put the electric blanket on, Manchester, 2020s.
Have a great weekend, everybody. Maybe invest in some warm socks.
See you on the flip side.
I love this photo by Arthur Leipzig of children looking at Christmas toys in 1944. The little girl at the bottom looks like she just can’t stand the allure, I think I’d have to buy her something.
Anyway, have a great weekend everybody, Christmas is a week today.
I hope you get all you wish for. Be careful what you wish for.
See you on the flip side.
The first day after the lockdown and Jen decided to brave Manchester for some Christmas shopping, taking me with her in tow.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the mask I’m wearing but I feel paranoid, as though every shop I go in someone is either looking at, or speaking about, me.
What do you think?
Anyway, have a great weekend everybody. Don’t forget to wash.
See you on the flip side.
I just love walking around my hometown, reading all of the positive signs of encouragement during these difficult times.
Have a great weekend everyone. Try and hang on and
(hopefully)
I’ll see you on the flip side.
This will be Wetherspoons tomorrow.
Have a great weekend everybody,
Maintain that social distancing. See you on the flip side.
One of the kids left this chillling in the fridge the other day, just in case, you know, they might be dying of thirst later.
It’s not only the Government that makes provisions for unforeseen emergencies.
Or maybe they don’t.
Either way, have a great weekend everybody.
See you on the flip side.
This was me this morning, getting every last penny’s worth out of my toothpaste.
Afterwards I spent the afternoon with my daughter by a local beauty spot.
Have a great weekend, people. Get everything you can out of it.
See you on the flip side.
You know spring is here when the dandy lions come out.
Have a great weekend everyone. See you on the flip side.
This was my dog, Bryn, this afternoon, discovering that strange northern phenomenon known as sunshine.
It is nice to get reacquainted, whilst standing in the middle of the seasons’ No-Man’s Land. With the sun, I mean, not the dog.
I later took the opportunity to stain the shed door, making the most of the dry before the approaching wet, with Bryn locked safely away from tin and brush and national disaster.
I’ve got an ongoing project to pick up again later, along with a new book to start in the wee small hours. Rain or shine, the evening’s planned.
Have a good weekend guys. Keep watching the skies.
See you on the flip side.
A Valentine’s Day conversation. It all started with a FB status update:
Just treated Jen to a free coffee in McDonald’s with my stickers. Happy Valentine’s Day people.
Someone commented that she was a spoilt woman.
It could be an all dayer:
I was referred to as the last of the big spenders.
Do you know those thick, juicy Big Mac burgers? Well I might give Jen the gherkin off mine.
Two comments came in about romance not being dead.
How can romance be dead when you can get two hash browns for a quid?
Someone helpfully suggested that we could have whipped up to Iceland (the store, not the country) and got a bag of hash browns for a quid.
I can’t let her cook on today of all days. But thanks for the tip, though. Next year she can do a tray’s worth on the 13th.
And finally a guy I know commented that he’d booked a table for eight and hoped his partner Marge liked snooker!
Don’t believe a word of it, though, we’re all romantics at heart.
Have a good weekend everyone, see you on the flip side.
Hope we’re not all single.
