Wednesday, June 1, 2016
A Lion and Four Foxes
Does this lion look familiar? It lives just down the street from us, the companion to this one. It sits just on the other side of the doorway. These people get my vote for the most interesting front garden on the street -- they even beat the woman in the bathtub.
(Speaking of which, I recently learned that the bathtub house belongs to this semi-famous person, mother of this famous person, who lives across the street. I knew they were our neighbors but didn't connect them with the bathtub!)
Dave and I are trying out some new evening entertainment. We recently started watching "The Wire," which I've heard about for years but never saw. I like it, but Dave isn't such a fan -- and I concede that it can be hard to follow. Still, I think I'm hooked.
Last night we gave "Game of Thrones" another try. You may remember that we didn't like it the first time around, though apparently (or so I wrote) that was partly because of the extortionate price. We got a better deal this time, and I recently learned (spoiler alert!) that the boy thrown from the tower in the first episode -- the scene that so bothered me when I first watched it -- doesn't die. So that made me feel better.
Last night on my way home from work I popped into our local cookshop on the high street and bought these four cups. I'd seen them hanging in the store window and really liked them. (When I told the guy behind the counter that, he said, "Aha! It worked!")
At the risk of boring you with the minutiae of my life, I've been tired of our mugs for a while now -- a collection of Starbucks mugs from Florida, mostly. I wanted something more relevant to our lives here in England. These fit the bill, don't you think? Sometimes you just have to shake things up -- and fortunately, for me, shaking things up doesn't require very dramatic change!