down the dark dark street
I live in Yorkshire and my blog is named because of Funnybones. I like books, taking photographs, old things that are beautiful and gin.
twitter.com/thorpiedarling:
On the eve of the anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi’s death, 485 boys dressed up as Gandhi at a peace rally in Calcutta, in a bid to create a new Guinness World Record and promote non-violent protest
Another terrifying Freecycle request.
It just makes me think ‘serial killer clean up’.
For the love of God, meet that child’s needs.
This is why I bank online.
Lil’s lunch.
Hand painted teapot and milk-jug, Yorkshire tea and bread from Seven Hills Bakery in Sharrow Vale Road.
If it had been cold enough to remove my gloves this morning, my tweets from my first car boot of the year might have read like this:
1: holy shit it is COLD *scrapes ice off car with broken CD*
2: the queue for the car boot is long. I thought the 0.5 degree temperature might have put people off. Then I remember I am in Yorkshire.
3: eggs, potatoes, root veg, stolen lawn mowers, dysons
4: wow, the Murton car boot now sells root ginger! Who’da thought it.
5. £5 English pounds for red spotty egg cups?! I *don’t* think so love.
6. Oooh old junk being sold by an lady in a wax jacket. Jackpot.
7. Still on the same stall. £2
8. A bike! Which I don’t need. Neither does Lil. Move on, don’t look back.
9. I find myself entranced by a woman in a pink ski suit, pink fluffy hat, pink ski boots. OMG. She has a live owl tethered to her wrist. A live OWL.
10. OWL.
11. She’s gone before I have chance for a photo.
12. More old tat. £3
13. Do I hear the sound of Military Elvis? £3
14. Crochet wonderland. I bought a blanket out of admiration really. £4
15. Railway postcard in frame. I like old British Rail stuff. Not trains. Can i just make that clear. 50p
16. Stall selling corned beef and pickle sandwiches. Sorely tempted. Time to go home.
17. I love car boots.
Tunnocks coconut snowball teacakes.
I wish I wasn’t on a new year diet. I love the retro children with their pink cheeks.
Used to time his cigarette breaks from the wool factory where he worked so he’d meet my 11 year old dad from school and have a chat with him. Everyday. Small kindnesses like that undo me. What a kind chap.
