There was nothing else for it.The PC was dying, thanks to a corrupted Windows 10 update.After a week of trying every which way, there was only one option left.I clicked the recovery button.And waited.And waited some more.And then ... a spark of life.Houston, we appear to have lift off.There's life in the old girl yet.And … Continue reading {In the} Recovery {position}
You'll have to take my word for it.Lunch was delicious.
"When I am older, I should like to go to the pub ... a lot!"{This cracking photo was taken by The Boy Child's Godmother}
As Windows 10 has granted me access (and who knows for how long ...),I'm making hay while the sun shines, as it were.We've had my GodDaughter and her family staying with us for a couple of nights,and yesterday we went en famille to the Bank of England.I only discovered the BoE had a museum recently, … Continue reading Bank of England Museum
It was the first proper day of half-term,where plans were laid and subsequently changed.Where we hung out in the park with friendsand took part in art workshops.And where some of us sat, chatted and drank tea.Me on Monday is Sian's idea and you can see more here.
This is not the post I'd scheduled for today. Windows 10 is slowing killing my PC (and the will to live), so this post has been written via iPad Mini ... and the formatting is shot to pieces.How come I'd never realised this before?
After exploring E17 for a few hours with a difficult The Boy Child in tow, it was time to indulge in tea and cake,and thanks to Jaime at Angloyankophile, we knew exactly where to go. A teeny-tiny teashop; so tiny we actually walked past it and had to retrace our steps. Unfortunately for us, they were full. But … Continue reading Hillman’s Tearoom | Photo Heavy
We went all the way to the Northern end of the Victoria Line, where there be dragons.To E17 and the Wood Street Walls.The Wood Street Walls came into being as a desire to bring art into the community and there are currently 17 murals around Walthamstow. Not all are to my cup of tea, but that's the … Continue reading Wood Street Walls
It's Harvest Festival at The Boy Child's school today.The children were asked to bring in one tinned food item and a gold coin.I may have got a little carried away.I'm of the opinion that if you have enough to share, then you build a bigger table.
Grandad P. may be dying, but I don't think it's going to be any time soon. When I visited him this morning, I found him out of bed, dressed and playing his harmonica. He also pulled my leg over my inability to tell the difference between When Irish Eyes Are Smiling and How Great Thou Art. Can't win 'em … Continue reading Grandad P. | An Update
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