Kile, reading, writing and another camera shop closes

31 January

Kile is here, and don’t I know it! He and Jan are playing on the Wii and it’s driving me nuts. The constant chattering and bickering is continuous and drives me up the wall. I keep telling them that I shall throw it out and they just laugh at me, no damned respect in the hou … errr … flat.

You may wonder why I find it hard to do anything when there is such a distraction like those two playing on the Wii. Well, I’ve always been the same really. If I want to read, then I read, with nothing else going on around me. If I want to listen to music or the radio, then that is what I do, and I don’t read at the same time … and so on. I’ve read in Writing Magazine of so many writers who work with Radio 4 playing in the back ground, or their favourite music. That would drive me crazy, I’ve tried it and it the try didn’t last long at all. But here’s the strange thing; I can sit in a pub, no matter how busy it is, and read and write without problems. Strange eh?

I’m sure you are all aware of the change in shopping habits of us Brits, and I suppose of everywhere else in the world. Sadly the internet is killing the high street. Our nearest independent camera shop was Beryl Houghton’s in Coventry. I’ve used it on and off for years and I’ve always been impressed with them. Sadly, when they close today, it will be for the last time. After 60 years of trading they had no other choice. Now IO have no idea as to where the nearest independent camera shop is for us. London Camera Exchange have a shop in Leamington Spa, but that’s hardly local to us and its part of a chain, not an independent. I wonder how many other specialist shops will bite the dust because of internet shopping.

In 1606, the man we have to thank for the yearly silliness on November 5^th, Guy Fawkes was hung, drawn and quartered. It seems like a lot of hard and messy work for some poor bloke to have butcher a dead body for no reason I can see. The man was dead, so why all the extra bits? He was hardly likely to get up and walk away was he?

There’s a photo I want to share of my mother, if I can ever fine it that is. But until I do I shall have to be content with one of the others, like this one … 

A selfie, taken before they were all the rage.

And today’s funny …      

My child Mike, was playing doctor with his friend Jim. “I’m so sick” said my son, “Can you please take a look at me.” “Sure” said Jim taking out his toy stethoscope, after a few seconds of listening closely to his heart, he said sadly, “Oh Mike, you have a broken arm!