Grey and slightly cooler here too, only 22 degrees. We’ve driven to Rugby to pick up Master Heavenly the younger, who has jury duty here next week. He’s off out to see some friends soon so I might go for a walk.
We had a fairly useful choir practice this morning, with me clattering out an approximation of the tunes on the appliance*.
Unfortunately, our resident guitarist has pranged a clavicle (poor chap!), so the sub-K*ndr*ck ditties will have to go with what J can manage on the aforementioned appliance. Luckily they're not too complicated, unlike some of that sort of thing, so it might not go too badly ...
* how David referred to electronic "organs"
It's a warm and pleasant day (although now verging on Too Hot); I had an amble along the street to Fork Handles to get some drain-clearing stuff and one of those gunk-catching thingies you put in the plughole of the bath. I really ought to do some housework, but can't summon up the energy.
Just out of curiosity, what language(s) do you use when you're with her?
She speaks to us each in our own language. So it's interesting round the dinner table!
Her parents speak German to each other. She speaks English to me and her Papa, Georgian to her Mum. Her parents both speak English to me. I understand German well, but can't speak it.
I've been attending an online retreat all day so just took a stroll out to see how Mr Nen is getting on helping with a friend's car. Now home and stir fry cooking will soon commence, because Saturday.
Just out of curiosity, what language(s) do you use when you're with her?
She speaks to us each in our own language. So it's interesting round the dinner table!
Her parents speak German to each other. She speaks English to me and her Papa, Georgian to her Mum. Her parents both speak English to me. I understand German well, but can't speak it.
Because I didn't get round to having brunch until early afternoon, I wasn't really hungry until about 8:30, so I cobbled together a bowl of Piglet's Pancetta Pasta, which was just what the doctor ordered.
Memo to self: get more pasta, more pancetta and more Parmesan cheese.
Another non-stop day. Rehearsals all morning, then met up with a former colleague who has retired here. She showed me round New Hall, Wesley’s first chapel and its interesting museum. We then rehearsed then sang Compline in Bristol’s oldest church building, followed by a group meal out. Twenty minutes walk back to the hotel and a 9.30 start tomorrow so I should sleep well.
Middle Child had been confirmed as studying Chemistry at the University of Nottingham which is fantastic.
I have enjoyed the fruits of that department despite being an ocean away since I was a decently wee lad thanks to the "Periodic Videos" channel on YouTube which is presented by several members of that department.
Ah, yes, the Mad Scientist Hair man. Great isn't he?
Definitely. I knew that uni name triggered a memory somewhere.
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Eating ice creams by the river just two minutes from their flat - https://photos.app.goo.gl/FZKFw7rar6aRJS8c8
Just out of curiosity, what language(s) do you use when you're with her?
We had a fairly useful choir practice this morning, with me clattering out an approximation of the tunes on the appliance*.
Unfortunately, our resident guitarist has pranged a clavicle (poor chap!), so the sub-K*ndr*ck ditties will have to go with what J can manage on the aforementioned appliance. Luckily they're not too complicated, unlike some of that sort of thing, so it might not go too badly ...
* how David referred to electronic "organs"
It's a warm and pleasant day (although now verging on Too Hot); I had an amble along the street to Fork Handles to get some drain-clearing stuff and one of those gunk-catching thingies you put in the plughole of the bath. I really ought to do some housework, but can't summon up the energy.
She speaks to us each in our own language. So it's interesting round the dinner table!
Her parents speak German to each other. She speaks English to me and her Papa, Georgian to her Mum. Her parents both speak English to me. I understand German well, but can't speak it.
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Thanks! A typically polyglot European child...
Because I didn't get round to having brunch until early afternoon, I wasn't really hungry until about 8:30, so I cobbled together a bowl of Piglet's Pancetta Pasta, which was just what the doctor ordered.
Memo to self: get more pasta, more pancetta and more Parmesan cheese.
Indeed. I fall into envy at such people. Talented Enkelin!