Archive for June, 2006

Guess what this is?

Posted by on Jun 30 2006 | General Ramblings

I’ll post the answer up over the weekend.
Sharon, you’re not allowed to play!

Update: Sorry, haven’t really been at home enough to demonstrate and take pictures of it in use, will try to get them done asap. In the mean time, keep on guessing, none of you are close.

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Posted by on Jun 30 2006 | Writing

“I look dead!” Sophie squealed, grabbing the still developing polaroid picture from her best friend’s hand.
The two girls were sunbathing on towels in Laura’s back garden, and Laura had taken Sophie by surprise with a picture while she’d had her eyes closed. They were supposed to be studying, but they both only had one exam to go: history, the following afternoon. Laura would walk it; everyone knew that she was the cleverest girl in their year. Somehow she just didn’t need to study. Sophie was a different matter, but she maintained that she didn’t care how she did in her exams as she was going to get a job as soon as the summer was over and be earning heaps and heaps of cash by the time Laura was finished at university.

“Come on,” Laura said. “I’m bored of sunbathing. Sammy and I’ll walk you home.” Sammy was Laura’s dog, an English springer spaniel, and he was very energetic. Sophie lived over the hill from Laura, so they often took Sammy along, the three of them walking to the top of the hill, half way between the two houses, and then heading off in their separate directions, Sophie down the hill to the estate her family lived on, and Laura and Sammy back down the other side of the hill and across the field to their farmhouse.
Sometimes the girls would be so engrossed in their conversation that they’d get almost all the way to Sophie’s house and Laura would have to walk all the way home alone. Sometimes they stayed at the top, sat on the bench chatting while Sammy ran in and out of the undergrowth sniffing out the rabbits.

On the way up the hill Laura talked about James, they boy she’d been in love with all her life. His family were friends with her family, they were the same age, they’d grown up together, and they were destined to be together forever. James had only realised this and started dating Laura a few months ago, but Laura had known for ages. Recently they’d been talking about taking their relationship further, making it special before they went off to college. James was away at boarding school but they wrote often and saw each other on his weekends home. He was due home again the following weekend, and Laura’s parents had a dinner party to go to on the Saturday night, so would be out late. Naturally Sophie knew all about the relationship and how things were developing. She’d had a few older boyfriends and was more experienced than Laura.

When they reached the top of the hill Sophie said that she was running late, so would have to go, but would see Laura the next morning for their exam. Laura called for Sammy and turned round to head home. She was half way down the hill when she noticed that he wasn’t following her, so, with a heavy sigh, she trudged back up to track him down. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, he’d usually just found an interesting smell and didn’t want to leave it.

As she reached the peak of the hill she saw Sammy’s tail disappear down into one of the old chalk pits that pockmarked the hill, so she headed towards it to fetch him, taking his lead from where she’d been wearing it around her neck as she went. She called him but knew from experience that it would make no difference; she was going to have to go and get him.
As she approached the gap in the bushes surrounding the pit she heard a rustle, and Sophie appeared, looking flustered. “Laura… I … erm… needed the loo.”
Sammy barked and Laura pushed past Sophie. “Hold on, let me just get Sammy,” she said, as she followed the direction of his bark. That’s when she saw James, looking flustered too, trying to pull up his jeans and hide from Sammy, who was greeting him enthusiasticallly.
“Laura… shit… babe… it’s not what you think… you wouldn’t… she’s just a shag, that’s all… everyone’s slept with her… I love you… I’m sorry.”

Laura grabbed Sammy’s collar and clipped his lead into place. She looked at Sophie, who started to cry. “I’m sorry.”
“He’s right you know,” Laura was amazed at how calm she felt. “You are a slag, everyone knows it. I should’ve seen this coming. I trusted you. I told you everything. I thought you were my friend.”

Laura strode off home, dragging Sammy along with her, ignoring James’s pleading from behind her. She was gratified to hear him tell Sophie to leave him alone and that he didn’t want anything to do with her, but it was small compensation. On the way down she pulled the picture of Sophie out of her back pocket. She stuck it into the post that held the barbed wire fence together, and went home to her mum.


Inspired by This picture taken by rougerouge from Flickr.

This was written for Flickr Fiction Friday. I’m not sure who else is participating this week, as people are off travelling, but usually taking part are: Elimare, Donal, Chris, Littlegoat and Aquafortis.

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Finished Object: Nanny’s Scarf

Posted by on Jun 28 2006 | Crafty things

Here’s the scarf before it was wrapped up and given away.

Pattern: Feather and Fan lace, with a 2 stitch garter border.

Yarn: Rowan Soft Baby.

The yarn is super soft and lovely, but a bit odd to knit with – it doesn’t seem spun, it’s a bit like knitting with cotton wool.

Nanny seemed to like the scarf, but it totally played second fiddle to the framed picture of himself that my brother gave her – she’s been after one for ages and was delighted with it, which was lovely to see. She’d also been given a giant Thorntons hamper – I think my uncle had been in and bought one of everything they sell. I was very jealous, and if I make it to 90 I’ll be demanding one of those.

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Posted by on Jun 27 2006 | Delicious Things, General Ramblings

In honour of Wimbledon, the first Pimms of the season.

I love Pimms, and I love Wimbledon.

Pimms tastes of long summer evenings. I add cucumber, apple, mint, orange and strawberry to mine. Not quite conventional, but I like it.

Wimbledon I love because I grew up with tennis. I’ve been lots of times. I love it there. I’ve queued overnight for tickets, sleeping on the pavement and ordering pizza delivered to the queue. I’ve gone up after school, getting the train up and buying ground tickets for the evening, catching the last matches before running for the last train back home. I’ve spent hours playing cards under plastic sheets waiting for the rain to stop. We were on the old number one court (my favourite) with the whole stand singing heads, shoulders, knees and toes while Cliff Richard sang on centre court. And, importantly, I was there with my friends watching one of us win the boys doubles in 1995. He’s playing again tomorrow, and I wish him luck.

I don’t really follow tennis much any more, but even so, I could happily spend the next 2 weeks on the sofa, watching the matches. With Pimms.

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Dorset Knob Biscuits

Posted by on Jun 26 2006 | General Ramblings

On sale in Sussex. I was going to write a witty caption, but I don’t think it needs one.

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