I did not mention, in my November post, the name of the dreaded establishment wherein my son was married. This was because my son was still in discussion with, for want of a better word, the management, with a view to financial recompense. (Don’t I sound businesslike? ) However, as soon as this has been settled to our satisfaction, Tripadvisor will get the lot. Rather looking forward to that, as you might imagine.
However, we now have the professional photos, which are excellent. This has been a mild Autumn so all the leaves were still on the trees in all their splendour. The ground underfoot was a little soft, so many a lady’s shoe lost its glow but it was warm enough to be outside for ages, so the children could run round; the smokers could smoke and the photographer could herd us around like the proverbial headless chickens. He had my sympathy; it must have been like herding cats. We now have a memory stick containing no less than 800 photos. 800. It’ll be their silver wedding anniversary before they’ve got through them all. Continue reading “And in the end…”
When you read the title of this page, you must imagine subsonic notes reverberating in the background, like a 1950’s horror film. But actually, it’s only me, back after what turned out to be a couple of months’ absence. Life got in the way of art for a while but I popped over to the Diva blog this morning and saw that the Challenge was the Moebius Syndrome one and I somehow don’t like to miss that one. (You can find the post here : http://iamthedivaczt.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/weekly-challenge-300.html )
Infuriating, to say the least.
Magratscraft 
