Friday, November 30, 2012
Billafer ... Jenilliam?
Are we starting to look alike? It's scientifically proven that couples start to look like each other the longer they are together. The research says that the factors that contribute to lookalike couples are:
* being happy makes you look alike
* being in England makes you look alike (the rain washes away your features so you blend together)
* cold weather also makes you look alike because you both wear sweaters.
* getting old makes you look alike because you hide your face with eyeglasses
I actually like the theory that people start looking like their dogs better. Jen and I have been looking at getting a dog. I want a basset hound and Jennie wants a beagle. We went to an animal shelter and was told they have a beagle and basset hound that we will love. Their picture is below. We thought about taking them home but we really didn't have any connection with these dogs.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Even the rabble like a good portrait
One of our favorite museums in London is the Portrait Gallery. We like to say that as if we are full of culture. "Shall we go to the Portrait Gallery again, Sausage?" But we just like it because it has pictures of people we recognize. Like Michael Caine.
It strikes me as odd that Judy Dench would choose this long unisex tunic and brown pants ensemble for her portrait. Who thought this was a good idea?
I took this one for Beth - Damien Lewis from Homeland. Now that he's won an Emmy he gets to be in the Dench/Caine room.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
I SAW THE QUEEN!!!!
I realize I just gave away the punchline in the title but I am just too excited not to tell you right up front that I saw the Queen. And she saw me! She might even be blogging about me right now....ok, probably not.
The Amir of Kuwait came to town today - this is called an "Inward State Visit" and it means a lot of hoopla happens in Windsor. The arrangements go back to the time of Queen Victoria: Dignitaries arrive on the Royal Train. The Queen comes down from the castle in a car (rolls royce?) to greet him, there is a 21 gun salute and a parade escorts them all back up to the castle in fancy carriages. As soon as Doug and Marge heard that this was happening around the corner from my house, they decided to stay with us a few extra days for the chance to see Betty.
As you can see, it was a overcast and drizzly. But the wind meant that the flag was very visibly waving - - the one that means "The Queen is at home"!!
Doug and Marge waiting patiently on the parade route.
A taste of the pomp and circumstance....
Unfortunately this story doesn't end with a great picture. I actually saw her best when she was in the car driving TO the train station - she drove right past us looking out the window, smiling and waving. I saw her whole face and she really looked just like the pictures. At the expense of the blog, I made the decision not to worry about my camera because I have no doubt that if I was fumbling to get the shot I would probably missed her and only have a picture of the tail lights to show for it.
I was hoping to get a snap during the return trip up to the castle but the was sitting on the wrong side! She's in the first one - facing forward next to the Amir of Kuwait. You can't see her although when the photo is enlarged to you can see her hat.
In this carriage, Prince Charles is riding with some other Kuwait dignitaries and you can actually see him a bit looking at us.
This is what living in England is all about - watching the who is coming and going at the neighbor's house.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
My Pearly King
The Pearly Kings and Queens in England are part of a charitable organization. They have a jillion little pearly buttons sewn on to their clothes. We spotted one the other weekend in London so Bill raced ahead for me to get a shot of him with this Pearly Prince. I fear that it's only a matter of time before I'm asked to start sewing.
The Guardian has a slide show of the crowning of Pearly Kings and Queens in Bethnal Green last May: http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/gallery/2012/may/06/crowning-pearly-king-queen-pictures#/?picture=389739487&index=2It actually does look quite fun - maybe Bill and I can go pearly in 2013?
Monday, November 26, 2012
Jen has Celebrity Tourettes
Jen thinks she had a celebrity sighting while we were in London yesterday.
We were doing some holiday shopping when Jen burst out "CHARIOTS OF FIRE!" and she ran off. Later she said she thinks she has Celebrity Tourettes. She could never have a quiet conversation with someone famous. She would just bark at them with one word shouts. "RICKMAN!", she shouted on a recent NYC trip. "VICTOR GARBOR!" on another.
Anyway, this time she came back with this blurry picture, all excited at having seen Nigel Havers. She went on for an hour about Nigel Havers. Nigel Havers this, Nigel Havers that.
I have no idea who Nigel Havers is so I Googled his images. See below. It didn't help me at all. I never saw Chariots of Fire and have never seen this guy. I'm going to trust that Jen and her Celebrity Tourettes was accurate in taking a picture of this random Londoner.
I actually think I look more like a celebrity than Nigel Havers.
I may have overdone it yesterday, but I say anything goes in London.
After we both calmed down after that heart stopping moment we continued our day in London. That included lunch and dinner at a couple of well known pubs and a bunch of Christmas shopping.
Jennie shows her support for Movember by growing a quick 'stash.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
We may have survived...despite predictions to the contrary
We're late a day on the blog... blaming Jen for no particular reason.
Friday night we had a lovely dinner at La Taverna. Excellent Italian cuisine at Doug and Marge's favorite restaurant. Marge loves the Zabaglione ... a custardy wine based desert. Jen wasn't as much of a fan. Surprising given it sounds like the desert of the wino.
On Saturday we became members of the National Trust. We now can visit the 300 or so properties run by the British government. We hit the first of these Saturday.
Jen will have to fill in where we were. I have no idea....
Cool, old house though. They decorated it for Christmas. The one negative was that because they are preservationists, they keep the shades drawn and lighting at a minimum. That way the period decor remains pristine. Unfortunately, it also remains barely visible.
It reminded me of when Felix Unger kept the plastic covering on all his furniture to preserve it.
Jen had to keep reminding Doug not to steal. He thought that our membership in the National Trust meant we could take anything he wanted. I think it's the sign of his advanced age that the thing he wanted most was some old fasteners you stick in a stack of paper to bind them. It reminded him of his childhood. We wiped the dribble off of his chin and sat him in front of the pretty pictures.
At night it was dinner with the Boss and his wife. Doug and Marge were amusing themselves coming up with ways that Jen would kill my career with her inappropriateness. They had loads of fun at my expense.
The Boss and his wife entertained us at his home and their five boys waited on us. They fetched drinks, filled up the pretzel basket and made engaging small talk. The kids were funny and bright and the future leaders of the free world.
The Boss and his wife entertained us at his home and their five boys waited on us. They fetched drinks, filled up the pretzel basket and made engaging small talk. The kids were funny and bright and the future leaders of the free world.
At the restaurant the bloke below made an ass of himself. He sat next to our table and derided Americans. He was hammered. He like my jacket, though. His good taste fighting through his intoxication. He had to try it on. Of course, it makes me look like a child standing next to him. A fat, bald child.
Jen, my tart of a wife, had a bit of a crush on this slug.
I don't think the boss was as amused by our friend as we were. I'll have to apologize today and hope that was the only misstep we made in an evening filled with land mines.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thanksgiving - Eton Style
Doug and Marge arrived back in Eton yesterday in time for some holiday festivities - a carol service at Eton College Chapel followed by a procession down Eton High Street and tree light switch on. (That's what they call it here - a light switch on)
We started in the chapel. Eton boys are known for their big organ.
(that was for you, Di)
Along with group carols, the Eton elite a cappella group and the children from the Eton Porny school sang carols. (not sure I'd send my toddler to a school called "porny")
The Procession: The Eton boys played brass carols and lead us all down Eton High street. Doug read in the program that we, the audience, were supposed to line the streets for the children to walk past so he had us sprinting away to find a spot up way ahead to stand rather than walk with the band. And I thought I was a rule follower.
Santa!
This is the tree just seconds after the switch on. It was incredibly blustery last night but the strap they've got fixed to it seems to be pulling it down rather than holding it up. I hope it makes it another 5 weeks.
We finished with more carols from the boys. They had a snow making machine sending out little burst of white flakes every so often but I couldn't seem to get it on film. We all agreed that it was a very nice way to start the holiday season.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Feathering the Nest
On Tuesday at 2:00 pm I won a rug on ebay. On Wednesday at 2:00 pm the rug was in the house and on the floor. It seems incredible that they could possibly see that we won, package it up, get it into the shippers and have it delivered that fast. Is one of our neighbors secretly selling rugs on ebay?
Since we first moved in I've been saying that we needed a rug - the room was just too big and cold without more textiles. Now it's starting to shape up. I love it! Its huge and of course won't fit in our house at home but for these 2 years it will be worth it. (you'll notice that our TV is finally off the floor as well. Louise dropped off an old table from her office the other day).
It's Thanksgiving in the US and I'm on Facebook watching people talk about food prep and travel and family. Doug and Marge are on their way so we will also be hosting family although we don't have enough cookware to make a turkey dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving to all our followers!!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Technical Difficulties....Are resolved
We're having a bit of a challenge adding photos to the blog this morning....stay tuned.....
For the first time, we are paying for our blog. We've used up all our free space and now have to pay to provide you with the internet's most popular blog. We'll be putting up a PayPal link so we can recoup our money back from you.
Our new pay scheme is as follows:
$1 - we'll mention your name in a post
$5 - we'll post a picture of you in a post
$50 - we won't post the horrific picture and embarrassing story we have about you
Monday, November 19, 2012
A Fecal Sac of Blues
This car is parked across the street. Our Eton birds must really hate this dude. Did he piss them off somehow? Anyway, I did a google search on birds pooing on cars and found out a few facts that will probably only interest Diane and Jen.
* Did you know birds poo on red cars most? Someone in the UK actually performed this research. He probably had to choose between a clinical trial for gene splicing or bird poop.
* Then I found a site that said birds drop a bomb of their fecal sac. The article had me at fecal sac.
The droppings were described as extra-large and white, some even noticed the birds were carrying it in their mouth and “dive bombing” these cherished objects. What they were seeing was the adults carrying the fecal sacs from the nest and getting rid of them where they assumed they wouldn’t be noticed by predators, unfortunately by doing so they likely created the most dangerous predator of all, the angry home owner. The pool is easy to figure out, drop the poop in water, it washes away nobody knows were it came from. The car and other shiny objects look like water to a bird, much the same way a wet road resembles a river to a loons and sea ducks. Other birds maybe are fooled too, but these guys can’t take off from dry land, so we tend to notice them on the road. A mallard or goose would simply shake off the road burn and fly away. Loons and sea ducks need to be moved to water so they can take flight.
The contents of the fecal sac are white from the kidneys’ contribution, birds don’t have a urinary bladder so the nitrogenous waste is excreted with the feces through the multipurpose cloaca as uric acid. This doesn’t dissolve well and the crystals form the white pasty part we see. For any of you who’ve had an unfortunate experience with gout, it’s the same crystals that converge in your big toe to cause so much discomfort.
The nestlings waste is contained in the sac until the last couple days of nesting, that’s when things in the nest start to get a little messy. I wonder if it’s natures way of telling the youngsters it’s time to leave. “Mom, Dad, I don’t really want to go but this place stinks...my eyes are burning! So if you could just bring my dinner to that branch over there?” I also wonder if not cleaning up will work on human offspring when the time comes, but I’m betting he’ll be able to live with it longer than us.
When doing breeding bird surveys, spotting an adult carrying a fecal sac is a great sign that nesting has been successful in the area. So a bird flying over with a mouth full of poop is a good thing, unless you or your belongings are the target. I’ve never had the misfortune, or at least I haven’t noticed, but my vehicle is white, maybe it’s covered with bird poop. I can understand why people want to discourage this activity. Have you ever noticed how often a bird poops? Watch a perched hummingbird really close some time, they go every 30 seconds. Most birds aren’t quite that regular but they do go often, no sense carrying that extra baggage when trying to take flight. A nestling bird produces the fecal sac within seconds of being fed, so the amount of live ammo being produced is approximately equal to the number of trips made to the nest with food.
Somehow I just know those dirty swans are behind this attack.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
We can play Tourist when the mood suits us
Supermarket flowers in the UK are fantastic.
Jennie and I ventured back to London. The plan was for us to visit a famous pub and for Jen to see the Churchill War Rooms. We made half those two goals.
We had not been to the Parliament - Big Ben area of London yet. Except for the number of people out today, it was a great take.
We are committed to taking a ride on the eye, but today wasn't the day. We had just seen spectacular views of the city yesterday from St. Paul's Cathedral and the lines to the eye was crazy. Why was everyone in this part of London today?
Much of the answer to that last question is the weather. You can see in our pictures that it was a gorgeous Sunday.
Pub of the day was the Red Lion. Once Jen heard that this was the pub of Dickens she was in. We got in for a great Sunday roast before the line became 20 deep.
Pub of the day was the Red Lion. Once Jen heard that this was the pub of Dickens she was in. We got in for a great Sunday roast before the line became 20 deep.
We strolled through Trefalgar Square. We miss the pigeons. We know they are dirty and all, but it was fun when the whole square was filled with pigeons landing on tourists heads. High, unintentional comedy.
Do you know how they got rid of them? They put up a sign that said don't feed the pigeons. Problem solved.
I like that this one defiant pigeon stayed behind to poop on the head of Sir Henry Havelock.
We headed home earlier than usual. School night and we were tired from all the climbing yesterday.
At home we found a great little take-away (again for you Americans, that's take-out) Chinese. Good find. We ate too much and were in bed by 8.
Saturday at St Paul's
These are shots (front and rear!) of Bill and I climbing up the 500+ steps to the very tippy top of St Paul's Cathedral. The only reason I allowed that ass shot is because it really shows how tiny and precarious the steps were. And you can get a look at my new red boots! (Eyes on the boots, people, not the booty!) I'll also add that many of the highest steps were a wrought iron spiral staircase that you could see down...it made me somewhat woozy! I had a moment of internal panic but managed to power through. It was worth it. Despite the clouds we saw some spectacular views.
Bill with the London eye in back ground.
St Paul's from above - - this might be the view a fire watcher would have during the blitz.
Statue commemorating the fire watchers.
Next stop - Tate Modern. But not for the art...we went straight to the cafe for a tea (6 flights up - ugh!!!) Again, it was worth it to get a view of the cathedral with our cuppa.
It gets dark early here...by 4:30 all the lights are on. The South Bank is decked out in blue for Christmas. I tried to get a shot of St. Paul's through the trees.
London is for lovers....Bill took this picture of a couple while he was smoking his cigar
Home sweet home - dinner at the Christopher around the corner from our cottage. Bill's got his Best Pubs of London book out to determine tomorrow's agenda.
You can't see them in this photo but there are two dogs under the table. We love that everyone brings their dogs into the pubs and restaurants here.
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