The Longest Day

here a few pics, taken 12 hours apart, today on this longest day of the year.

7am towards the east.

7am towards the east.

7pm towards the west with thunder rumbling.

I made a Baby!

i made a baby.

not a real one, goodness no. i can barely take care of myself let alone another human being. cats are my limit. they kinda take care of themselves anyway, or just tell you what they want (sit by the food bowl, sit by the tap).

after thinking i'd try my hand at sculpture i ordered prosculpt from eBay to try modelling a few figures or suchlike. prosculpt is a plastic modelling clay just like super sculpey or fimo that you can model with. unlike using regular clay, instead of firing it in an kiln for hours, you can 'bake' it at home in your oven. it's also a lot less messy than using regular clay.

bulbgirl and i visited my family home, 4 of us sat around quietly playing and having fun with this fantastic stuff. more than an hour must have elapsed as i sat trying to model a baby head (trained as a painter not a sculptor). everyone should try it. time whizzes by as you get into it.


my dear old dad came into the house and checked out what we had been up to. he had barely touched my model when it fell from his grasp (in slow motion of course) and splatted on the floor. "my baby!" exclaimed i, but he just laughed. hopefully he was a little more cautious when i was a bairn. to suggest a sore cheek i quickly fashioned a hand and joined it to the head which he found funny.

"ooyah, my face hurts"

not sure i should give him a father's day present now. =P

Wet Dreams

i want them. wait a minute, let me explain.

today for most of the day i was up a scaffolding tower helping out a friend to de-moss some roof tiles, and fit new soffits and fascias just below the tiles. my friend did the heavy lifting but it has still taken quite a bit out of me, getting up and down ladders.

having had only 46 mins of sleep in the past 40 hours doesn't really help matters much. my sleeping pattern is out of whack again. what did help when back home, after dusting the spiders from my hair, was lying in a bath soaking, just relieve some of the strain of gravity, and then it hit me.



last week i finally managed to watch DareDevil, the movie with Ben Affleck, and there is a short scene where he sleeps in an isolation tank/floatation tank to shield himself and his extra sensitive senses from noise. i'd heard years ago that one hour of floating is equivalent to more rest than an hour of sleep. having checked a few websites it seems that you can actually sleep in them. i wonder if i could make one myself?

Q:anyone out there tried a session in a floatation tank or water therapy?

Gemma's poem

someone asked what Gemma's poem was. it was called (a little melodramatically) The Agony of Losing a Yellow Shirt with Character. here it is.

Never did I leave your presence in a dull way,
You brightened up everyone's day,
With a knowledge that thrilled,
You leave a space that can't be filled,

You had a rota of your own,
With you a different name was prone,
With everyone you've left a mark,
Your own magic spark,

I'll miss your nonsense,
That actually made sense,
You shared with us the knowledge of your years,
Your hopes, dreams and fears,

What a wacky personality,
To have known you was an unbelieveable opportunity,
A person with such charm and charisma comes once in a lifetime,
I feel privileged that that lifetime was mine,

To better things you progress,
For you I wouldn't want anything less,
So to your life without a yellow shirt I wish you the best of luck,
Even though for me it's going to suck,

May you continue to leave a spark in everyone's life,
And where ever you go keep bulbboys our of strife,
To you we say a sad goodbye,
As we lose a yellow shirt with character we'll surely cry.








what do you think, girl's got talent? it moved me.