Up and Down day

So, for the next four or five or forty days, you may get nothing from me but a litany of woe and a diary of how the computer is doing with my backing up of photos. And some alarming typos as I get more and more bored and irritated.
But I do have news, all very mememe but very exciting for me nonetheless :)

One of the lovely Newbury Flickr group has a spare DSLR camera. You know how I was saying a while ago how I needed one to play with to see if I really want to spend money on one? Well this lovely, kind and understanding person offered to lend me his old Nikon D80 to try out.
Coo! And Wow!!! And what a generous person :)

So you may also get a flood of photos from the window next to the computer.
Meanwhile, as I said, I cleaned windows yesterday. It's a measure of how rarely I do this that I've got aches in new places (in a good way though). But what with the clean windows, they ought to be very, er, clean photos! I'm constantly stopping in my tracks to look through them. The windows that is. It's quite an enlightening experience :)
But this morning the water was off. Fortunately, Barney Bear discovered this just before using it all up so there is enough for my coffee :)
On the other hand I have to make my second visit to the Hygienist this afternoon. (Of that I will say nothing except GaaaH!)
I wonder when the water will come back. I wonder if there's enough left upstairs to clean my teeth (GaaaH!). I wonder if I have time to clean another window or two :) I wonder when the lovely photyographer will contact me about hi camera :) ))

And look what I found in my clean window! A ripple :)
I don't know what the bee found but he wasn't a very patient model :) Buzzing about all over the place he was!

(I let him out quite quickly though) I just realised what he found though! A big smear. I shall have to go an remove it!

Them fashion whotsit guru pwople*

You know, Trinny and Woozy or Suzy and Vinnie or whatever they called themselves.
Turning people into other people which I have to say they did quite well. It made me feel slightly queasy actually. I mean there was one woman, middle aged, slightly scatty, horsey, active, energetic and colourful. True, she didn't generally look neat or smart but she looked fun and lively. I seem to remember at the start of the programme she wore pastel slightly fluffy and frilly tops with jeans. Her hair was fairish and fluffy and a bit disorganised.
So T and S went to work on her and did all the ritual spying and throwing out of her old stuff, complete with solemn disparagement and shrieks of not-very-funny sarcasm.
Then they took her shopping and got her hair done over, and presented finally a rather solemn, mournful woman wearing some sort of brownish, greyish, fawnish outfit with straight, floppy brownish hair.

Much smarter. Much tidier. Much more in keeping with her age. Er, more fashionable, I think.
So having torn her old look to shreds (on the twin bases that it was unsuitable for a woman her age and wasn't fashionable), they made her up a new look which, personally, I felt wouldn't have made anyone feel positive or enthusiastic about anything. But that's not what fashion is about is it. It's about making everyone scared to look too different. It's about wearing the same feathers in the big fashion nest. It's about being scared to stand out in the crowd. It can even be about being the loudest and most noticeable bird wearing today's fashionable feathers. The same as everyone else but more noisily.

Now me, I like to look like myself, you know, the person I believe lives inside my clothes. At my age, fashion doesn't really cater for that person so I have to borrow bits and pieces and add them to my older stuff and the result is probably a bit of a fashion muddle. It does the job. It's true there are times when I'd like to look different from the essential me that looks out from inside the dressing up but I'm not terribly good at disguise.

Vrizzle and Wurny could undoubtedly make me look like a different sort of person though I suspect the look would disintegrate as soon as I sat down or ate or drank or got hot or cold or tired or whatever! Still, if I wanted to look older and more dignified and smarter, I bet they could do it for me long enough to get the final shot in the programme! (I forgot to say, "but I bet I wouldn't like it" Maybe that was obvious?)

So, however much you might think my look needs improving (not that anyone has ever shown the slightest hint of wanting to do so), don't, please, send my details to T and S.
(Though I do suddenly wonder, if they give you all that money to buy their choice of clothing, would you be able to take all the clothes back next day and change them?)

Right. I've done that. Now for some windows.
This one even had a chap sneaking a tea break fag in it.And doors


*You may recall I accidentally invented this word for persons who I would normally call 'Them'.