Blogathon 30/18

Concluding the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

This isn’t the post that I wanted to write, but the one I wanted to write was about a very small group of people. And that means photos and shyness and permissions and all that stuff, so instead of paying tribute to a small collective of awesome folk…

Despite it being waterproof, I only take it off when I’m swimming or in the shower.

I check it so many times a day I couldn’t count.

It measures the distance I walk (not far on a working day), the number of steps I take (as before), the number of stairways I walk up/down, and my heartrate.

It is, of course, my Fatbot Fitbit:



Blogathon 28/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

One thing I’ve noticed about my occasional canal walks is the lack of maintenance.

The Canal & River Trust (CART for short) get a significant amount of taxpayers’ funding for maintaining and developing the canal network.

But looking at the obvious signs of neglect along the Beeston canal, you would wonder where CART are spending their money.

The non-towpath side of the canal is massively overgrown with weeds.

And the depth of the canal is very reduced by watergrown weeds and mud.

It looks like maintenance of the canal is being done on the same basis as the maintenance of our roads.

Minimum effort for minimum money.

It is obvious that maintenance is being carried out, but it seems to be emergency-level maintenance.

Basic stuff isn’t getting done, but the obvious fixes are.

As evidenced by:

Waterbike (1)

Waterbike (1)

Waterbike (2)

Waterbike (2)

Blogathon 27/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

Pets are lovely.

(insert joke about ‘yes, but I couldn’t eat a whole one’ here)

They make a house a home, as someone once said about something else.


Pets are good for cuddles, when they’re in the mood.

Sometimes they’re good for entertainment value

But those nutcases over at PETA want to stop all pets. Domesticated animals are very bad, according to the PETA nutcases.

Here’s a screenshot from those nutcases over at PETA:

Nutcases @ PETA

Nutcases @ PETA


Back to planet earth, not planet PETA.

We have four cats. And a horse. But this is all about the cats.

The cats occasionally bring some of their little friends home.

In recent weeks it’s been fleas.

But Sam’s all over that.

This morning, however, they brought another little friend home.

I wonder what those PETA nutcases would say about this sort of thing?

A friend of one of our kitties

A friend of one of our kitties

Blogathon 26/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

The temple of doom.

Everyone who knows me, and I mean ‘who really, really, really,. really knows me’, knows how much I love hate shopping.

Actually, to be fair and open and honest and stuff, I don’t really mind the whole shopping ‘experience’, as we call it these days.

In the right place, at the right time, and under the correct set of circumstances, I tolerate shopping reasonably well.

Some might even say that, under those somewhat unusual circumstances, I borderline enjoy shopping.

If it’s done my way.


My way is simple.

A list.

A rough idea of the layout of the store.

No people a very small number of people.

Which is why I like to go shopping when there’s nobody else around.

This evening we visited the Associated Dairies ‘supercentre’ place in West Bridgford.

It is a massive temple to the dog of consumerism, spread over 43 2 floors of open-plan-football-fieldness.

And yet, instead of the scene resembling one of Dante’s lesser-frequented circles of hell, the ‘shopping experience’ was relatively painless.

Almost, but not quite, enjoyable.

But certainly tolerable.


Almost empty

Almost empty

Blogathon 25/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…


Because the weather is so awesomely wonderful.

Because it’s Monday.

Because I’m stuck inside working.

I sneaked outside at lunchtime.

I walked off campus and along the canal towpath.

It was a glorious lunchtime walk.

I met a few people; a couple on a narrowboat and then, a couple of minutes later, another couple on a different narrowboat.

I loved the name of the first narrowboat.

And I wondered if it really was

The Kids Inheritance

The Kids Inheritance

Blogathon 24/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

Changing gear.

Two weeks ago my NAS started to die.

One of the two storage drives packed up, but because it’s RAIDed (RAID0, to be precise) all the data was still secure and intact.

My immediate course of action was to backup the data to am external 3Tb HDD, and then switch the NAS off, to save wear and tear.

This weekend the NAS replacement programme kicked off.

This baby arrived:

Synology DS418

Synology DS418

Blogathon 23/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

No, I’m Spartacus.

My name, is Michael Caine.

You say tomato, I say tomato.

You say potato, I say potato.

What’s in a name?

What does a name mean?

It’s just a label.

A label that could mean different things to different people.

As evidenced by everything I said above.

I’m not allowed to go to Morrisons naked because some people don’t like that label.

I’m also not allowed to go to Morrisons in my slippers even though I don’t accept that label.

Because to me they are not slippers.

They are the kind of footwear that ancient native Americans invented.

They’re not slippers.

And I should be allowed to go to Morrisons in them.

Because they’re not slippers.

They’re moccasins



Blogathon 22/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…

Nice out, innit?

It has, from what I could tell from looking through the windows, been a truly lovely day.

I’ve been sat at my desk; didn’t even manage to fit in a walkabout outside.

Well, that’s not strictly speaking 100% correct.

But I didn’t get outside.

I did, though, take a walk down the long corridor to the library.

It’s not a ‘proper’ library, but the big, tall bookcase has a lot of books which have been donated by members of staff.

And there’s an honesty jar; we’re supposed to pay £1 every time we take a book out.

I donate books, and regularly pay various amounts of money for what I ‘borrow’ (they always go back when I’ve finished reading them).

So I thought I’d share today’s ‘borrowings’, ‘cos I like a good book:

Books, lovely books!

Books, lovely books!

Blogathon 21/18

Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…


Our cats come and go as they please.

The cat-flap is tuned to their microchips, so only they are allowed in the house.

There’s a grumpy old bugger up the road who, last year, put out a small bowl of cat poo that he’d allegedly picked off his front lawn with the sign ‘Keep your cats in at night’.

But we don’t know he actually did pick that cat poo off his front lawn.

And anyway, it could have been cats from the farm half-a-mile away that made a special trip to his front lawn, just to teach him not to be so grumpy.

Or it could have been any one (or several) of the 3,763 cats that live in the village.

But that’s incidental.

My point is that our cats, because of the microchip-protected cat-flap, can come and go as they please.

And they do.

But, by and large, they spend quite a significant amount of day-hours and night-hours in the house.

Dandy doesn’t stray far from the house.

He likes mealtimes.

His brother, Beano, well… nobody is quite sure what young Beano gets up to.

But he’s usually here for supper.

And he usually sleeps several hours a day in his day-spot.

And sleeps for a lot of hours a night in his night-spot.

Raven. Well she’s just nutty.

And Ripley seems to spend 23-1/2 hours a day asleep.

She spends the rest of the day turning her nose up at whatever food she’s been offered.

Beano, however, went missing.

He missed his day-spot.

He missed his night-spot.

And he missed mealtimes.

For two, almost three days.

Late yesterday evening he turned up; came through the cat-flap loudly meowing his head off.

He spent most of last night asleep on our bed.

When we went out earlier this evening he came out of the front door with us.

When I got back, having dropped the crew off at rollerskating, he was waiting on the doorstep.

When Beano was missing, Dandy wandered around the house and garden calling for him, we’re very sure that’s what was going on.

We think Beano got locked in somewhere; somebody’s garage, or maybe a garden shed.

We also think the experience shocked him. He’s hardly strayed from the house for 24 hours.

And he seems… subdued.

As you can tell