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A new lens
Somehow, I managed to get hold of one of Nikon’s fabulous 35mm F1.8 lenses within two days of ordering. Jessops told me they had over 100 orders they didn’t expect to fulfil for two weeks, yet mine was waiting for me when I got home. Shame I didn’t have it yesterday, but I’m very much…
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Holiday snaps…
Half term in Cornwall, originally uploaded by nisuspi. Are rubbish, I know. But look. Tabby wrote my name in the sand. Give me a break.
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Typo or phonetics?
I’m still getting to grips with the phonetic reading books Tabby is bringing home from school which complement the system they use. It seems to be working, she’s learning to read very quickly. I can’t work out whether this sentence is a phonetic learning tool or just a typo though. Kind of bad, either way.
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Drusilla’s zoo – last day of freedom
Tomorrow is Tabby’s first day at school. A 14-year-sentence with no chance of reprieve and in which you get extra time for good behaviour. To make up for this crual and unusual punishment, I let her experience her last taste of freedom at the zoo. Felt a bit sorry for the flamingos, but generally the…
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Circus photos
Finally getting round to processing some photo sets and putting them onto Flickr. Starting with this trip to the circus a few weeks ago. Tabby loved it.
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Brighton Children’s Parade
I’m not very good at this internet thing. It’s supposed to be instantaneous but I’ve only just got round to posting these shots from May 1st. It’s Brighton’s Children’s Parade, which opened the festival. Tabby was a cactus. Obviously.
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Is this chicken pox?
Tabby has become a medical mystery. There’s an outbreak of chicken pox at her nursery, and she’s covered in spots. The thing is, she’s had chicken pox twice already – a mild outbreak as a baby, and then a proper dose less than a year ago with all the flu and the scratching. For the…
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A few shots from Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day. I have lots of pics from Italy, CeBIT and Brighton to go up when I get a chance too.
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Every town should have…
A giant indoor soft play centre. Four stories of foam filled fun.
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Christmas Eve…
This was Tabby’s first ‘proper’ Christmas. For the last two she was a bit too young to really understand what goes on, but with 12 months of well-remembered birthday parties under her belt she had a good idea that something was coming. Someone at nursery must have prepped her well too – she knew plenty…
