D'oh
Well, crap. I've gone and erased my pictures from the weekend. Its these newfangled gadgets the kids are using; have me all confused. But, no, it was just an unfortunate slip or something. And, besides, even John's done it before, hmm? hmm?? But, anyhow. I didn't have that many. The good ones were of Julia looking lovely for her going away do, and a nice cityscape of Bristol with some hot air balloons, which Bristol apparently is a center for, randomly. Lots of ballooning. And balloon enthusiasts.
Well, highlights of Bristol included visiting a real life H M prison. Julia showed us around the prison where she has been an officer for the past 4 years. It was a strange feeling, for sure. For one, I had all these semi-conscious ideas of prisons including but not limited to darkish, grey everything, bare walls, and bars. But it didn't, in fact, look like Shawshank, but just sort of a government building complex with surprisingly bright colors around, prisoner art work and posters all over the walls, and lots and lots of doors, all of which had to be locked after we passed through, and we only saw 3 prisoners, which was good cause I didn't want it to seem like we'd come to the human zoo or something. But, it was interesting. It wasn't exactly awful, just sort quietly miserable.
Julia's going away party was a big hit, the most entertaning part being my father-in-law singing not one, not two, but three karaoke hits. Fabulous. And some spas friend of Julia's dancing like Napoleon Dynamite.
This morning, we attended church with Jules in Bristol at an old beautiful church, which had previously been Anglican, but had been sold to BBC as a prop storage building at some point when, presumably, the congregation dwindled down too small, but then this little non-denom Journey-esque church bought it and use it. So it is an interesting mix of Journey-type church, in an old beautiful building with stained glass and arches and stone carvings everywhere. Cool.
The ride home was highly exciting as England absolutely CREPT to what should have been a flipping shoo-in of a win against Australia when the demi-god that is Shane Warne (Sam: literally, a god, playing with men) rallied his troops and didn't go down without a fight. Upside: England did win. Downside: The match finished today which means no flipping match for us tomorrow, i.e. no Sam going nuts and jumping onto the pitch. Ah well.
Personal thoughts & feelings: Had a nice time with the family sans-Sam (had to stay home and work), enjoyed the drive & the countryside, enjoying England's bat-and-ball game at its most exciting even via radio, getting antsy about the shortage of weekends I have before I come home, and starting to get that sinking feeling about wedding plans. Oh dear... wedding plans... But, it'll work itself out. Right mom?
Well, highlights of Bristol included visiting a real life H M prison. Julia showed us around the prison where she has been an officer for the past 4 years. It was a strange feeling, for sure. For one, I had all these semi-conscious ideas of prisons including but not limited to darkish, grey everything, bare walls, and bars. But it didn't, in fact, look like Shawshank, but just sort of a government building complex with surprisingly bright colors around, prisoner art work and posters all over the walls, and lots and lots of doors, all of which had to be locked after we passed through, and we only saw 3 prisoners, which was good cause I didn't want it to seem like we'd come to the human zoo or something. But, it was interesting. It wasn't exactly awful, just sort quietly miserable.
Julia's going away party was a big hit, the most entertaning part being my father-in-law singing not one, not two, but three karaoke hits. Fabulous. And some spas friend of Julia's dancing like Napoleon Dynamite.
This morning, we attended church with Jules in Bristol at an old beautiful church, which had previously been Anglican, but had been sold to BBC as a prop storage building at some point when, presumably, the congregation dwindled down too small, but then this little non-denom Journey-esque church bought it and use it. So it is an interesting mix of Journey-type church, in an old beautiful building with stained glass and arches and stone carvings everywhere. Cool.
The ride home was highly exciting as England absolutely CREPT to what should have been a flipping shoo-in of a win against Australia when the demi-god that is Shane Warne (Sam: literally, a god, playing with men) rallied his troops and didn't go down without a fight. Upside: England did win. Downside: The match finished today which means no flipping match for us tomorrow, i.e. no Sam going nuts and jumping onto the pitch. Ah well.
Personal thoughts & feelings: Had a nice time with the family sans-Sam (had to stay home and work), enjoyed the drive & the countryside, enjoying England's bat-and-ball game at its most exciting even via radio, getting antsy about the shortage of weekends I have before I come home, and starting to get that sinking feeling about wedding plans. Oh dear... wedding plans... But, it'll work itself out. Right mom?
posted by Laura Negus at 12:20 AM
3 Comments:
So, in your humble opinion, was this prison more like white-collar resort prison, or federal pound-me-in-the-what
haveya prison? Speaking of prison, this whole Sarbanes-Oxley tax law thing is a real pain...I mean, how can I get rich if Uncle Sam's Henchmen keep breathing down my neck? That Martha Stewart...now she knows what's up. She's a real gangsta.
"Oooh..." (crinkle brow) "Daan..."
I am ready for the "wheels off" British Weddding
Generic W.B.
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