The little nub

Two days ago, I attended my first proper lawyer conference. It was a meeting between the barristers (QCs are very intelligent but odd creatures), the solicitors and us, the forensic specialists, on the dispute case we have been slaving over for the last five months.

We had the meeting in a very nice building. It was one of those places you would expect from a powerful and traditional London law firm, full of marble everything and bling everywhere.

Anyway, I was all nicely dressed and gussied up (bit of an in-house joke that I only put proper make up on when I do get to emerge out of our windowless project room) sitting with the rest of my team on one side of conference table. Our discussions were very interesting and I sat there taking part very professionally (a.k.a. keeping my mouth shut unless spoken to, did not bounce my foot and tap or twirl my pen).

As the afternoon wore on, I noticed a little nub on my table about 2-3 feet from me. I looked around and saw that everyone had a little nub on in front of them too. Out of curiousity, I poked it with my pen.

I went “poke poke poke”.

It turned out to be a microphone.

Priorities

Denty and I have been faffing about choosing the menu, the flowers, the music, the cravats etc… and may have totally forgotten about ermm… applying for the licence. *faints*

Drag the dog

I enjoy my daily walk from the station to work. It is a nice 25 minutes walk on the riverside with cobblestones and quirky old buildings… There is always something to look at.

Today as I was walking I heard “doof doof… doof doof… doof doof” coming from behind me. There was “shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhp” and “ftyftyftyfty… ftyftyfty…” noise accompanying the “doof doof” sound.

When the sound-makers overtook me, I saw a jogging man taking his mop dog (them ones with lots of curly long hair) for a daily drag. Jogging Man dragged his Mop Dog the entire stretch of the riverside walk I was on.

Mop Dog had a wide grin and a wildy waggily tail. Odd creature.

What we did for Mooncake Festival II

Last year, we had to construct lanterns out of Lego.

This year however, we came prepared…

Mitch and I went round and round the garden with our lanterns while munching on our quarter  (calories doesn’t apply during festivals rule will only work so far) pieces of mooncake…

The higher lantern was Mitch’s. It was very dim.

The Mitch who dug…

I have known Mitch ever since she was a fuzzy haired blob babe on Grandpa’s orange sofa. Never in a million years I could have imagined that I would one day find her digging into soil with her bare hands… and chuckling away to herself.

*sigh* There must be something in the air in this house…

… or it could be the potatoes in the vegetable bed. *shrugs*Who knows?

Moon and stars

While Denty was playing with his telescope, I had a little fun with my Canon EOS 40D.

Craters!!! I see craters!!!

Stars visible from my garden… one of the rare nights when the London light polution was not too bad. That’s just taken with my standard Canon USM 75-300mm telephoto lens… Imagine the possibilities once we get the T-mount to attach my camera to Denty’s telescope!

Muks is happy.

Infestation in the garden

Mitch and I (plus defecto Denty) harvested more goodies from the garden. Unfortunately, we seem to have this strange fluffy wool ball getting into all our harvest.

Day of the Muks

It is Muks’ day today. Apart from nearly spoiling the surprises Denty and Mitch prepared due to my waking up at 8am on a Saturday morning, it has been a perfect day.

The Muks spoiling fest actually started about 10.30 last night…

Fare thee well, Ren or Stimpy

This morning, for the first time ever, I managed to take a good long look at you. You were lying on your ear which may have been the tatty one, so I could not tell whether you were Ren or Stimpy.

You were a crazy little thing, so full of life. You ran, you tumbled, you nibbled, you fell, you fought and you forgot.

You have given me so much joy, so much pleasure. What would we do without you? What is Ren without Stimpy? What is Stimpy without Ren?

I found your sister peeping out of the coconut, watching you this morning. She kept her silent vigil until Denty came to take you away.

Goodbye, Ren or Stimpy. Good night.

sMarathon III

sMuks left sMitch alone after a little while. Nothing happened at all and if anything did it, not that there was anything, it had nothing to do with sMuks.

sMitch’s (first person) view…