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Good.
Tara then folks.
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For some reason it’s inordinate amounts of fun; and lookie, you can create fabulous little things…
Kaylee from Firefly reminds me of… me?
’tis time for the grand holiday write up, complete with (lots of) photos.
So, I went to Wales, Snowdon to be more precise, Pen-y-pass to be even more accurate, for the weekend. We took 233 photos, between us. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Anyway, having pruned out the duplicates, the completely blurry, and the awful we were down to a mere 191. Now, having trimmed that down further I’m here to present to you the staggering 28 which I deem to be worthy of my time to lovingly reduce in size, and have selected for your personal delectation. Or whatever.
I’ve even made a panorama, so I just rock.
Anyway, below
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Okay, so these are the abandoned buildings shots from my trip to wales. There were several abandoned cars too, which I wanted to snap, but a navigation error on my part lopped out the important part of the A470 on the way back.
The image quality isn’t great, nor’s the framing to be honest. They’re quickly shot digital camera shots, quite a lot of the shot in heavy rain – some of them got deleted because the rain was so heavy you could barely make out the object being photographed!
Near Plas Gwynant; I think. Sadly the rain made most of these photos unusable.
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So.
I get up, usually around when Trey gets up (i.e. 6ish), today around 7:30. I make myself some kind of breakfast, unless I’m going swimming, and then I plod round to my PC, because I’m extremely sad and I like to check my mail and read various sites the same way as people read newspapers.
Once I’m done, I plod to the shower, clean myself up, and then head back do drink coffee and maybe consider working.
Then I sit here, ’til lunch, working intermittently.
Make lunch.
Do more work.
Watch telly, wait for Trey.
Isn’t my life a hoot? Anyway, this used to be regularly interspersed with episodes of ‘working’; by which I mean, actually for cold hard money being a Health Care Assistant. This wild excitement brought with it the benefits of actually being able to pay my bills.
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I am still exhausted. Although I did virtually sod-all yesterday, today I went swimming and my aching back and muscles complained bitterly, especially at Filton’s cool pool water. I fought my way up and down doing lengths, each time not certain that I would be able to make the end (and that I might have to dash to the side and rest).
But it felt good.
What feels less good is sitting here contemplating the Maternity EU pack; again. Or the endless stream of incoming work. I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep.
We watched an episode of Firefly last night; the first episode; it *rocked*. I was, it must be said, frustrated when Dark Angel got cancelled, and they should have kept both on, actually… and to know that they canned firefly too; bah. But anyway, I’ve got a whole season of that to watch :)
Ra.
Still want to sleep though.
So, yesterday I headed over to John’s with my unleaded metro head. We carefully drilled out the blanking from where the heater hose is on a minor – it took quite some time, around 1.5 hours, but we got there. Having done it “properly”, I then decided that for once, the whole job was to be done properly. Because I really need everything to be sorted for when I start my placement.
So, I set to.
Off to the shop to buy the correct waterpump (rather than bodge the one I’d got), the correct thermostat, fresh coolant…
…back to my garage. Lunch.
Half an hour of scraping and cleaning the head, flushing the waterway, getting all the crap off…
Dissassemble the engine… (more…)