Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Just for a change...
No photo today! I bet you are all totally shocked, dismayed and confused!
Have I come to the wrong blog?
Has RC stopped taking photos?
Broken his camera?
What is going on?
Well I did have a photo planned, but as tends to happen, my plan did not quite work out. I will start at the beginning.
[Imagine that the screen has gone all wiggly to show that this is a flash-back.]
6am - I was rudely dragged from my slumber by the radio coming on and Mrs RC prodding me while reminding me that I had to get up early today. Sigh. I usually have another hour to go at this point, drifting in and out of sleep, catching the important issues on the local radio station (such as the town that has 11 unemployed people for each vacant job), but not today.
My daughter has got an interview at a vets today. She wants to do a week of work experience there, which is great as it would tie in nicely with her college course next year. After school she is jumping on the bus and I will be at the other end to meet her, take her to the interview and then travel back home with her. This means that I had to take the bus to work this morning, something that I do not enjoy as I tend to feel sick and end up walking the last mile or so. Today's trip wasn't so bad, though, as I got to take the bus with Number One Son. Early morning random chit chat helped the journey pass without my stomach complaining AT ALL! Except to grumble that it was empty because I skipped breakfast.
Arriving in Canterbury I looked around hoping to catch the planned photo. I wanted to get the Cathedral in the light of the sunrise. It was going to be beautiful. Maybe even something to be printed off on large paper for display on a wall.
There was no sunrise.
Thick, low clouds meant that there was only a gradual lessening of the murk. At 9am it is still twilight outside. So that is why there is no photo today.
On the bright side, getting to work really early meant that I could raid the refectory and grab a fried breakfast. So bad, but so good....
Why are bad things often so good?
Dare I ask what your favourite bad thing is?