Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Another Tuesday. Another cr*p photo

Last night I braved wind and rain to go to the weekly cycle race on the closed circuit at Stourport. It always makes me want to get on a bike again but I gave my hand-built, specially made to fit bike away so I wouldn't be tempted. Riding with my one remaining lumbar disk would not be a good idea. Now I watch others do it. And I attempt to take photos.
As you can see, last night they went too fast. They were there when I aimed the camera. Honest.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Tuesdays, Cycling and Simon


It’s that time of year again when the LSO dons his British Cycling commissaire kit and we go off to cycle races. (Commissaire means referee in cycling.)
Tuesday nights are spent at Stourport-on-Severn where there is a sports club complete with circuit for cycling and while the LSO makes sure the riders are behaving I write down the numbers of those who have been lapped or have dropped out. I even try to list the first ten over the line at the end. Thankfully there are always people from the promoting clubs with cameras too.
And speaking of cameras, I must get Simon Whaley’s new book, Photography For Writers (Compass Points) because, as you can see from the picture I took I do need some advice.

Monday, May 19, 2014

The secret life of Lynne (aged 9 years and 18 days)

 

My school diary began when I was nine. It was compulsory, each morning, to write about what we'd been up to. I wasn't always truthful but will tell you about that in future posts. The writing of it was no problem for me. My problem was that we were expected to include a picture. Looking at this ancient book I realise how clever I was at getting around the drawing of pictures problem - mine nearly all involve book jackets or food. My loves now are still reading, writing and eating. And now I open my secret life to you all. Here's a page from this ancient manuscript.
 

Friday, May 09, 2014

Blog sharing


I’ll share most things except my husband and chocolate and puddings. Today I’m sharing my blog with Sue Blackburn because she hasn’t got one and she’d like to add something of her own to the Giggle Blog.

Over to you, Sue.

 Definitely losing it! I wear my glasses around my neck as I got sick of searching for them. They got tangled up. I couldn't see what on earth had happened and yes - you've got it - I went searching for my glasses .......oh dear!!

Thursday, May 01, 2014

May Giggle Blog


We now have a new surname – and it’s double barrelled.
Last week the LSO and I revisited the store where we’d bought our kitchen floor covering. We wanted to order flooring for the bathroom. The assistant phoned to see when the fitter was available to fit the bathroom floor and the conversation went like this -
‘It’s for Colin.’
‘Colin who?’
‘Colin Green-Vinyl.’
‘Ahh!’
Apparently they all remember us because we’ve been the only ones brave enough to buy the lime green flooring.

 From green to blue. I mentioned my blue spot in the last post. The complete story goes like this. A friend at Writers’ Holiday told me that, during the night, she’d been abducted by aliens. ‘I’m sure it was real,’ she said, ‘but it could have been a dream.’
My reply was, ‘It wasn’t a dream. I saw you up there.’
The following year I showed her my blue spot and explained how I’d seen a programme about alien abduction and one woman had a spot like mine which she said was a transmitter that had been fitted so the aliens knew where she was.
With a completely straight face, she said, ‘Oh, I had one like that by my ribs but I picked at it and a tiny bit of metal fell out.’
The question is – who is kidding who? The truth is out there.