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A couple of nights ago I finished reading the novel on which my views had been sought. Today I e-mailed my observations to my friend, the author. As the book is not my work, I will say no more about it here.
Andrew Day, a local carpenter, visited this morning and successfully completed two tasks left over from our predecessor’s D.I.Y. disasters. There will be more bodges for him to put right.
This afternoon I scanned a batch of colour negatives from December 1986.
The first, of Jessica at a family Christmas party at Caxton in Cambridgeshire, I converted to black and white in an effort to compensate for the graininess caused by fast film and a very small crop.
Louisa took a break from the festivities,
and a short while later, at home in Gracedale Road, was in fine dressing-up fettle, as was Sam.
Here, I think, Jessica was writing up her notes.
This was the last year I remember a decent amount of snow in London. Matthew took his little brother and sister for a sledge ride on allegedly thin ice beside the Waterfowl Sanctuary on Tooting Common. They were accompanied by a neighbour, the lady with the leggings whose name I disremember. Alison Barran, if you are reading this, I need your help.
I have Johnny Cash to thank for the word ‘disremember’.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s tasty beef stew, boiled potatoes, and perfectly cooked carrots, cauliflower, and green beans. On preparing the vegetables I discovered an alien being in the beans. We resisted the temptation to resuscitate the chilled caterpillar in order to rear a possibly exotic butterfly. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I consumed more of the Fleurie.
Just the thought that you thought of resuscitating a caterpillar makes me 🙂
🙂 Thanks, Donna
Many thanks, Jill.
I thought you were off on holiday for a moment!
🙂 Thanks, Susan
Beautiful day in a beautiful life! Unless of course one was the catepillar! 🙂
Thanks a lot, Cindy
Lovely photos, Derrick, but I want to know whether you or Jackie planned on doing the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?
That’s what I was wondering GP XD
Yuck! Thanks, GP
Lovely pictures indeed… 🙂
Many thanks, Maniparna
Scientists say we’ll be eating insects in the future. There’s just too many people on Earth. Thanks for saving that caterpillar so our future children will have something to eat. (Sorry, sometimes reality sucks. I blame Trump.) 🙂
“Caterpillars are basically the babies of moths and butterflies, so they don’t reproduce. However, after they mature into their winged adult forms, they’re free to mate and lay eggs that hatch into more caterpillars.”
Many thanks, Johnna
I’m glad you cleared up that ‘disremember’ term – I thought for a moment you wee considering politics as a future undertaking……….
Well – anyone can do it, it seems. Thanks a lot, Pauline
I love these memories and photos
Many thanks, Lynn
Great collection of memory’s Derrick, love that old 45 Columbia record.
Many thanks, Ian
What constitutes a decent amount of snow? I’d have thought none obviously I’m wrong 🙄
It depends on your age, Brian. 🙂 Thanks a lot
Great sequence. Nice use of music .
No snow here yet – what we had has been washed a way. A bear was seen at the golf course the other day. Bears and golfers should be hibernating by now. 🙂
🙂 Many thanks, Joseph. We very seldom get snow in The New Forest, where ponies keep the greens cropped
A fun post, Derrick, with “disremember” (thanks for explaining it came from Johnny Cash) and the resuscitation of caterpillars–and of course, your lovely family photos.
Very many thanks, Merril
Your photographs bring back memories – my first skates, public skating rink…
Nice to evoke memories, Inese. Thanks
Lol @ “We resisted the temptation to resuscitate the chilled caterpillar in order to rear a possibly exotic butterfly.” 🙂
Thanks, Timi. 🙂
I find it hard to imagine [= I disimagine] Derrick Knight as the next George Dubya (mangling his words, if not his meanings). If you checked out Johnny Cash’s lyrics online, you may be fooled by the number of sites repeating the same mistaken lyrics into presuming them to be authoritative. The top five [presented to me come from two different sources. Most lyrics sites are content-furnished by fans, who may copy erroneous transpositions from one site to another (you can see this effect by comparing the most blatant typos on different sites: there are at least two in “Going to Memphis”). As these are transpositions, ie copied down by people listening to recordings (the original lyrics are copyright, so what benefit would an artist’s estate get from letting all and sundry loose on them by posting them on these sites?) they’re usually full of “mondegreens” [humorously mis-heard lyrics, derived from the supposed clash of “[they] laid him on the green” as “Lady Mondegreen”]. I don’t know how clear the words are in Cash’s rendering.
Thanks, Paul. Mr. Cash is quite clear
Lovely souvenirs. What a pity the caterpillar stayed a souvenir too or you would have a beautiful butterfly in your dining room this spring.
🙂 Many thanks, Geetha
Welcome Derrick 🙂
Aww, this was such a sweet post but also worrisome one, Derrick. Louisa is a doll and lived the photos! <3
Many thanks, Robin