Boredom once more drove me to do inane things; today I decided to make a real life money train. So there it is, some spare change on a train.
My uncle's latest obsession seems to lie with spending hours and hours tuning the piano. Sadly, there's a huge dismantled mess and not much progress; I think it's beyond help now...
Red meat and a red face just about sums up today. The French are known for not cooking food properly but my Uncle's joint of lamb today was maybe a step too far - I ate it though, can't say I feel much better for it...
No car today, although my dad came back early so it was nice to talk and go out for lunch together. Sadly, that was it - not much picture-fodder there then...
Once again the sea called so I went out wandering. There was a strong wind, take note - this is probably as agitated as it gets in these parts; I realise that in Scotland this counts as a calm day.
It's back to the lighthouse on the coast today, a fairly nice start to a brand new year of taking pictures. I have no intention to stop as of yet, so much has changed since I started that it has made for quite an interesting project.
Heat, dusty plains and a strange obsession for coloured eggs can only mean one thing - I'm back in France. Yes, that strong smell of cigarette smoke which has so gladly left Britain remains here to haunt me; I would call it nostalgia if it didn't give me such a headache.
Day 365 sounds like it should be important, but because it's a leap year and because, as ever, the full year doesn't begin until after the last day, I'll have been taking pictures for a whole year tomorrow, the new year starting on day 367 - don't get all excited just yet then!
Ah, the Peak District on a snowy Easter Sunday afternoon serves as another reminder as to why I haven't as of yet settled upon anywhere else to live other than this fine nation.
The snow in this picture is disappointingly hard to make out, despite the fact that for about half an hour it came down very heavily - extremely heavily in fact.
Home is only an hour away on the train for me, and yet today felt like the end of a very long journey - the final stop on the long ride that has been the Lent term of 2008.
And so the term draws to a bleak, painful, and slow end. Ending on a Thursday probably was never going to be a fairytale, but horrendous weather aside, this has been the worst day I've had for a long time.
There aren't many places around these parts that have green shopping trolleys, in fact, I can't think of any at the minute. Imagine my surprise when I found one parked up against the side of our building on my way out this morning.
It's been a bad day for me, but I'll stop complaining right now. It appears people are getting slaughtered in the streets of Tibet for standing up to the Chinese government - the Chinese government have attempted to launch a ridiculous attack on the Dalai Lama; blaming the most peaceful man on Earth and forcing him into exile isn't a good way to handle foreign policy.
The rays of light struck again today and on my way home from an exam, for a fleeting moment only, I saw something I've only ever seen once before - and that was a long way from here.
I'm trying to avoid mentioning my lack of sleep nowadays, but today I got up so early I actually managed to watch the Australian Grand Prix live at 04:30am! Hamilton stormed to the chequered flag to take the first race of the season - most of the cars didn't actually finish, it was a thriller!
Wales trounced France to complete their six nations grand slam today, and because of the points difference and England's pretty decent victory over Ireland; it meant we managed to finish second and France a mere third.
Well, it was Friday bar crawl night and I was shattered - so I defied the rule of a bar crawl by only going to one. I did manage to get a picture with the DJ though, please try to avoid looking too deeply at the psychotic look on my face.
It's been a good Thursday today; last week's wasn't bad, today's was actually pretty nice. That didn't stop me getting somewhat bored, though in my eyes a good day is one where nothing goes wrong - not one where everything goes right.
It's been a long time since I had a Staffordshire oatcake; so I thought it'd be nice to get some in, off eBay of course. What better way to spend a Wednesday than by eating such a thing; so unique and yet so homely.
There's been a lack of events to talk about today but I have no cause to complain; I didn't have to go and see the film because I already have it on DVD - what's more I found out it was the last Spanish culture session of the year.
Another strange night's sleep caused me to wake at some ungodly hour; I did however manage to get some work done before lessons started - including this radio script someone asked me to rewrite.
Ah the Lake District, what better place to spend a... oh wait, I said this last week. The night in the hotel was nice and we took a short walk around Windermere this morning.
I'm writing from a hotel just outside Kendal, looking out to a great view over the lakes. In the bar tonight there's a maestro keyboard player doing strange versions of songs I used to like until I heard his unique takes on them - I never realised I could go off The Beatles so quickly!
Friday at last and it's been a rather good day. Following on from what was the best Thursday I've ever had - today really was the icing on the cake. Looks like I can finally write an essay about Clint Eastwood; so long as I link it in some way to Spain, pah, that's the kind of thing I was born for.
Today's picture is rather blurred; but when you're sure you've seen two freak clones just in front of you, it's hard to keep the camera still. Just look at them, same clothes, haircut, build, even the same bags!
Wednesdays are always good, and today's was no different. Somewhat boring to write about maybe, I read a book for most of the day, but still relaxing.cafés; sounds like corporate tosh and it was to some extent, but I was happy to talk for a while with some new people.
Went to see a film today, 'Wristcutters', which, for £2, was worth the trip out to central campus. The point it tried to make was pretty weak and I think it let itself down trying to be too 'quirky', but it was entertaining nonetheless and it made me forget the excruciating numb buttocks caused by the lecture theatre seats.
Persistent restlessness and intense boredom led me to bake another cake this morning, so some reading and get the laundry done.
It was, as ever, a sad thing leaving the lake district this morning. It was good to catch up with everyone again and hear of news, good and bad. The strange feeling that I might not ever see that place again swept over me as we pulled away; who knows what the future holds though?
Once you manage to get over the freezing cold mornings in the house, then there is no better place I can think of to spend the first day of the month in than here up in the lake district.
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