I really enjoyed this article. A thoughtful and balanced post about children of the iPad generation, something I think quite a lot about for our boys.
Someone on Facebook dug out this old photo of me at school. I’m the one with the shiny bowl haircut in the middle of the back row.
Milk before bed on Flickr.
The usual evening ritual of milk and a movie before bed. The more I look at this photo the more pleased I am with it.
Posting to Flickr and Tumblr on Flickr.
I’m back
After some flirtations elsewhere (Squarespace, which is brilliant but I can’t justify the cost until I can prove I can blog regularly; and Wordpress, which put me off by serving a horrible ad next to a test post), I’m coming back to Tumblr and this blog. Am going to try and post on a more frequent basis going forward.
Taken with Instagram at Buxted Medical Centre
Snow angel (Taken with instagram)
My life (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Fortune favours the brave
More travel chaos at London Bridge. For the umpteenth time in the last two months, there has been a fatality in the Norwood/Croydon area as someone was hit by a train. I will not rehash the old discussion about the selfishness of putting everyone else out because you’re miserable (perhaps not the first thing on your mind if you really are that miserable), or about the need to just scrape the remains off the line and crack on, but I will just add a quick triumphant note about my own experience.
Having arrived at the station to find the front doors closed to avoid overcrowding, I found a side entrance to slip through and got myself through to the platforms. Within 3 minutes, my train platform was announced, and sure enough in it came. As I write this, I am sitting in a half empty carriage a mere minute or two behind schedule on my way home. To give that context, at this time of night this train normally resembles the Calcutta Express, with people crammed into the aisles and wedged in the luggage rack. I can only assume that the missing two thirds of passenger did not have the quickness of mind to ignore instructions and find another route. But I’m not smug, obviously.
