Monday, April 25, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
One of my daily duties is coming to an end. My son is nearing the conclusion of his school days, and so his sandwiches will soon be his own concern. Whilst I might appreciate regaining the time that this takes, I'll miss the thought processes of trying to mix his diet and trying to please him with healthy options. The feedback has been a great boost too.
As I wonder what he'll eat for lunch for the rest of his life, I'm struck by the sheer volume of tasks my wife does for him. How many times melancholy will she feel?
Monday, May 25, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
Our Father, who Hartcliffe in Hengrove, Hanham be thy name;
Thy Kingswood come, Thy Willsbridge done on Gaunts Earthcott as it is in Henleaze.
Give us this day our daily Bedminster and forgive us our Totterdowns, as we forgive those who Totterdown against us.
Lead us not into Temple Meads but deliver us from Eastville,
for Thine is the Kingsdown the Patchway and St George's,
for Easton and Ashton.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Finally watched the Gent Wevelgem coverage.
I fear that my enthusiasm for Sep VanMarke may be misplaced. Those rolling roads 14k on the run in did for him; had he worked with G after Terpstra attacked when rejoining the group the podium was on. Allowing himself to be dropped with Debusherre and the energy used in the 2 chasing 4 is what left him dying in the last
Hat to G for his work and vocal management of the final selection.
Hat+ to Paolini for sheer doggedness. 38…!