The sun is out; I’m going to a party tomorrow; and it’s back to school for Spud next Wednesday.
The temperature dropped by six degrees last night – last day of August; first day of autumn. I wonder if the calendar knows that?
I’ve had a fairly quiet week. That’s great for my body; dull for my blogging.
What shall we talk about?
Britain’s First Gold at the Paralympics
Was won by a Stockport girl, Sarah Storey. Yay!
In contrast to that wonderful young woman’s achievement, rugs worth £1m were found in a kitchen not five minutes from my house.
I’m sorry; there was a typo on that last line – drugs worth £1m were found in a house five minutes away.
But wouldn’t it have been great if it was rugs, and not 10kgs of cocaine? People getting high on Axminster and shag pile…much more civilised.
The Blog North Awards
Are open for nominations until September 7th. I know some of my readers are from the north of England so I thought you might be interested.
From their blurb:
Anyone can enter a blog (be it their own or someone else’s) for consideration by submitting a form on this page. People can nominate more than one blog.
The awards are only open to people currently living and blogging in the North of England. Our border is the southern boundaries of Cheshire and Yorkshire; bloggers who live south of these counties will not be considered. (Yes, we know there are a bazillion different ideas about where the north begins, but this is what we’re going with.) Bloggers from Scotland and Wales will not be considered. Bloggers originally from the North who had the poor judgment to relocate elsewhere will not be considered.
I like their style! We northerners are nothing if not proud and stuffed full of our own importance.
I would nominate myself but I’m a northerner; I have too much pride.
The Emperor’s New Clothes Bag
From the Telegraph:
Jil Sander is now flogging a glorified brown paper lunch bag for a whopping £185.
Obscene. That’s more than my monthly food budget. Imagine how many Maltesers I could buy with that money.
Hattie is right: this is the silly season.
That’s all I’ve got. Your turn to make conversation.