Archive for November, 2013

Strange Yuletide Omens in Colchester

November 29, 2013

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In Castle Park, Rowan and I had to wait for a crippled swan to pass, along with its followers. The photograph above is proof that I’m not making this up…

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Sacrificing the last brownie

November 20, 2013

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Greater love has no father.

Gruffalo and Child

November 19, 2013

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“Never get out of the pushchair. Not unless you’re going all the way.”

Autumn, going softly bananas 14/11/13

November 14, 2013

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Wivenhoe Trail, 7/11/13

November 7, 2013

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A rainy day in Colchester Town

November 6, 2013

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Wivenhoe Woods, 5/11/13

November 6, 2013

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If I’d remembered to take the phone / camera, here would follow pictures of the wonderful Wivenhoe Woods that Rowan and I walked through yesterday, along with an audio clip of the accompanying sound of gunfire. Instead, here’s a leaf montage Rowan and I made.

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DOLL’S HOUSE NEWS: CLOCKWORD LADYBIRD CAUSES CHAOS AT OLYMPICS

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ROWAN, DATE-BY-DATE

2/11/13: Rowan makes jam tarts

29/10/13: A moment that would seem utterly ordinary to anyone other than us, as Rowan comes down in the morning. “Hello Rowan.” “Hello Ben.” “Did you have a good sleep?” “Yeah. I sleep then wake up!” Only the last line gives the clue to her infant status.

2/11/13: As the Tesco delivery arrives: “Can you get out the way, Darling?” “WHY?”

4/11/13: She points to a question mark: “It’s a ‘What’.”

6/11/13: “Look, I’k-a made it!”

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ROWAN MAKES ROAD TO NOWHERE

Highwoods, 4/11/13

November 6, 2013

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Field recording, with woodpeckers:  https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B7Yp06XI7Aa2UXRiR280M25jQWc/edit?usp=drive_web

Play-Doh 1/11/13

November 4, 2013

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From A Doll’s House #5

November 1, 2013

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Blue Crest and his chums paid a visit to the Doll’s House to tell them about how great the new mine under their house was going to be.

“It’ll be spiffing,” said the Bloke on a Bike.

“Ripping,” added Tom Bola, the human skittle.

“So sign up today,” said Blue Crest, “ And you’ll receive free, non-preferential shares in our brand new company.”

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have a chance to say anymore. Suddenly they head a great roar, and then wild beasts leapt upon them.  Great lions, snakes, even dinosaurs of old attacked the trio and pinned them to the ground.

“What’s going on?” demanded BC.

A large black gorilla appeared. “I’m going on,” he boomed.

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It turned out that the animals had attacked at the request of Ssh and her friends, Frieda, Joey, Mike and the others. Blue Crest and his chums pleaded for their lives.

“Please!” said Blue Crest. “My name’s really Dave, I’m a family man.”

“I’m Boris,” said the bloke with the bike. “All I ever wanted to do was making people laugh. Now they’ve got me tricking people into signing away their homes, their livelihoods.”

Tom Bola, the human skittle just blubbed and shrieked from time to time.

“Who are ‘they?” asked Frieda.

“The giant, George!” said Blue Crest. “He made us do it. He said he would hurt us if we didn’t do as he said. He kidnapped the Sunshine Girl, not me!”

“We’ve got to rescue her!” said Joey. “Where does this giant live?”

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The giant’s house was beautiful, but nobody seemed to be in when they arrived.

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It was then that they heard a faint noise from below, like someone saying ‘Help me… Help me!”

Ssh went around the side of the house where they discovered a path down to an underground cave where the noise seemed to be coming from.

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It was the Sunshine Girl. “Thank goodness you’re here!” she said. “It was that horrible giant. He told me that the people didn’t deserve me, and that he was going to have me all for himself.”

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While they were all talking, Joey had a look around the cave. She could hear a lapping sound, and suddenly realised that there was a pool of black liquid in the darkness. When she felt it, it was as thick as treacle.

“Look at this!” she said.

“It’s oil!” said Hally. “The giant has oil under his house too.”

“That gives me an idea,” said Joey.

She didn’t have a chance to say any more, because right then, they heard a loud high voice saying “WHAT’S GOING ON AROUND HERE?”

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It was the giant, George, waking up!

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“INTRUDERS!” he snarled. “You’re all going to pay for this!”

Our friends from the doll’s house shook with fear, well, all except for Joey who stood up and said “You don’t scare me! We’ve come here to talk to you.”

George laughed. “You’re a brave one,” he said. “All right. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t drown the lot of you!”

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“I wouldn’t even think about that. Our friends, the birds, will tell everyone about the oil under YOUR house. That is, of course, unless you want to be fracked.”

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George didn’t. “Not my lovely house!” he shrieked.

Instead, he freed the Sunshine Girl and promised to stop the mining.

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It was great to get back home. Robert Builder was furious to be evicted, but there was nothing he could do about it. Our friends invited everyone to stay and they all had a well-deserved rest.

There was only one problem. Ssh was upset, because some of the animals had been injured in all the fighting. “Why don’t we turn downstairs into a vets?” said Joey.

“Great idea!” said Frieda. “I’ll go and ask Chimp Charlie.” The landlord agreed and they made plans to turn the doll’s house into a vet hotel straight away.

“See?” said Frieda to Joey. “I told you it would be a happy ending.”