There’s a mellow stillness in Jardin Uborka this evening, broken only by the lazy chatter of our guests who are mainly rocking in hammocks or reclining on steamer chairs. Ubotka has had caterpillar treads fitted to hus wheels to enable … Continue reading
Welcome back! It’s the start of term, but I think we do too many parenthood themes; and nudity never goes down well either. I’ve got a post-run migraine at the moment (the aura has gone, just the headache stage now), … Continue reading
My feelings about this whole referendum thing are purely that: feelings. Since I have no actual dog in this fight, my brain has not retained much in the way of economic arguments for or against Scottish Independence. I started off … Continue reading
A year ago, I started a beard. It was a holiday beard, the kind of beard that you grow because you’re off work for a fortnight. But at the end of the fortnight we all agreed that, with a small … Continue reading
This will be the final cocktail hour of the hummer solidays, as the Uborka Clan is heading off to France next Friday. This afternoon we are celebrating the work of the Reverend Spooner, known for getting his turds in a … Continue reading
The one thing old school bloggers like to do more than navel-gazing and writing in-depth music reviews, is to nostalge. That’s a verb, right? Or if not, I’m allowed to verb it, right? This afternoon’s cocktail hour is, of course, … Continue reading
Who are the longest running UK bloggers, asks Mike, in his first post since January. The question has been discussed one word at a time all over twitter, provoking me to lose a couple of hours in the Rise archives, … Continue reading
Things aren’t going entirely according to plan, but we’re hoping that it’s a recoverable situation. Our plan for this weekend is camping – we’ve got three nights in Oxfordshire, I’ve booked Friday and Monday off of work for a long … Continue reading