The life and times of a software and web developer
It's 4:30pm on Sunday afternoon, and you find me sitting in the junk room, emptying my head into the keyboard of the old computer. It's been making strange noises recently - I'm half-expecting it to stop working entirely soon. It's already dark and cold outside - the nights are drawing in quickly. Our middle girl …
I'm sitting in the junk room at home, trying to warm up after spending the greater part of the morning in the rain, watching our middle girl take part in rugby training. The rain started as a light mist, but following a trip to the club-house to buy hot drinks had turned into a consistant …
While out for dinner with the newly crowned Miss 18 and the rest of the family and in-laws last night, I suggested that I might take her to London today - to acquire the pair of Doc Marten boots she's had her eye on forever. It just so happens one of their factory stores is …
I'm writing this a few minutes after 9am on Sunday morning. Summer seems to be ebbing away - the mornings are becoming a little colder - a little less inviting. Early next week we will escape the approach of autumn for a few more days - boarding an aeroplane in order to fight over sunloungers …
I'm writing this post at 1:21am on Saturday night. The blog will show the date as Sunday. We all know that the early hours of Sunday morning are still Saturday night, don't we. Everybody knows that. Maybe.
We invited the in-laws over for lunch today - Easter Sunday - which necessitated a frenzied cleaning of the house such has not been seen for quite some time. It began twenty four hours before when it was suggested to me that I might be able to jet-wash the driveway, to remove the moss that …
I woke at about 7am this morning, with a pounding headache. Downing several cans of craft cider the night before will do that to you if you're not used to drinking any more. Snow had been forecast, and I couldn't be bothered to wipe away condensation on the bedroom window to take a look - …
It's just gone 10pm on Sunday evening, and I'm in my usual bolt-hole - hiding out in the junk room, listening to music, and emptying my head into the keyboard while the younger children sleep, and my other half watches TV shows in the lounge. Miss 17 is chatting with friends on her phone in …
Sunday has been remarkably quiet so far. The girls went to rugby practice first thing while I got on with chores around the house. They arrived home early this afternoon, accompanied by a car full of groceries. We have food again!This afternoon I found myself at a loose end, so have spent much of it …
It's heading towards lunchtime on Sunday. There are some bagels with my name on them on the kitchen counter, waiting for me to fill them with cheese and whatever else I can find in the fridge. I'm home alone with Miss 17, who refused to get up this morning - she asked yesterday if I …
