Month: November 2015

Tesco saves the day – Philadelphia and crackers for supper!  

Been a long busy weekend. So apparently Sunday night is takeaway night.  

Of Monsters and Men at The Engine Shed in Lincoln. Excellent. 

Cake. Disaster. Enough said. 

A pretty productive day at school: marking, data inputting and lots of bits and pieces.

It’s my turn to bake for tomorrow’s lunch treat: orange and raspberry Victoria sponge. So a trip to Tesco was needed. 

Baking was completed to the sound of the new album from Beans on Toast; which was waiting on the doormat when I got in. 

A very busy, but pretty uneventful day. 

It wasn’t until I was sitting on the sofa at 10pm contemplating what to take a photo of that a decision was made. 

I like Billy Bragg. Out of all the vinyl and CDs I have, Bragg wins out.

A pretty uneventful day today, which means the picture of the day becomes somewhat problematic.

It was going to be a picture of all the marking I’ve got to do – but that has appeared pretty regularly.

It was going to be a picture of me picking up the car from the garage after having a new clutch fitted – but I forgot to take the picture.

It was going to be a picture of a new bundle of vinyl that the postman delivered – but that is a mainstay of project365 also.

So,  I give you, marmite on toast for supper… 

Planning. Planning. Planning.

Can you guess what my fantastic Y10s are about to study? 

Allotment update.

I’ve been an allotment holder for the past five months. During that time I’ve done a lot of weeding and digging with very little to show for all the hard work. Except that is for some late potatoes that have yielded, what has got to be said, a rather poor crop. Not that I was really expecting much. It was always about getting it ready, it was in a very overgrown state when I got it, rather than planting. 

So now that winter is approaching I was unsure about what to do. The allotment book says I have to dig it over, before digging it over, and then digging it over some work. 

Hour at the allotment doing just that: digging.

It was cold.