The Day We All Learnt to Fly

The Day We All Learnt to Fly

Since I’ve started to read books from library once again I also have had to start to pay attention to the dates I need to return them – or else. (Or else its one pound per book per day, that quite makes me keep the dates.)
Today was, quite unfortunately, the last day I had available to go up to the Byker branch and return four books I’ve borrowed from there (or else), hence I had to go even if the weather forecast had been such as falling llamas; I have to say that it’s really close to that, though – looking from the window and remembering the flying on my newly grown wings (made from jilbab).
Very, very unpleasant wind and losing balance in it with my plus minus 60 kg I can’t really imagine how my 12 kg daughter felt like – but she surely grabbed on my hand often very tightly. Uncommon in these days of “ME MYSELF!”, but not as shocking considering the flying trash cans in the back streets.
So, whoever always dreamt of flying without wings – come up to Newcastle today, we guarantee you a really exciting experience! (Try to avoid a head bump to a double-decker, I dare you.)

PS.: Very essenatial information for most people (sarcasm alert) – the photography is taken with my brand new again-older-than-me lens I’ve purchased on eBay. Smc Pentax-M 28mm, f/2.8. On DSLR not really a wide angle, but I’m learning to co-op with it. And I’m starting to love it as my new-old 50mm. God bless Pentax for making cameras able to mount very old lenses on very new bodies!

Morning Walk and Recent Days

Yeah. I won the fight with my laziness (and migraines) and actually took my butt outta the pit of our house, to take Dori on a walk, and we decided to go to the sea. No big traveling, just 20 minutes by metro to the seaside.
Due to early hours of the day (at least for Britain) and the fact it was Monday, most of the places were empty – best time of day for me, personally.
We had some fun on the beach, Dori exploring something quite new for her (and she started to like the waves too much, for the weather it was, I say), me just having fun with camera after a while I didn’t take any pictures at all. Wasn’t in the right mood for that, I guess.

Dori at the Beach


Fall I

Cold days (maximum up to 10 degrees Celsius at the time) came and I had to revamp my daughter’s wardrobe, since she’s nice prospering girl and clothes for 2,5 year aren’t really much for 3,5 year old girl anymore; so I ordered few fall pieces from John Lewis. She looks so sweet in it, as always.
We are still on hunt for a place in nursery, which seem to be all full at the time (and we certainly can’t afford to pay 200£ per week of paid nursery).
Aboody started his third year in Northumberland University, and had to make some expenses as well; to look representative and to be more clever (understand, to buy a complete suit and some sinfuly overpriced study books), so we r a bit on tight budget, but certainly better than it used to be on King John Terrace… long time ago to remember, but unlike my husband, I prefer to remind us time to time that we had much worse times than we had now. It keeps person grateful for what he has…
Autumn came with full power of chilly days and colourful leaves all over the city and my camera would certainly appriciate if I took it out a bit more, but I’m just toooooo lazy recently :-)

Kiss the Rain

Kiss! Kiss!

Kissing the rain is a new discipline of ours. Well… actually, it just sounds like a cool name for an article and the face Dori makes is not a kiss but eventually disgusted face on my camera (“Oh mother, I didn’t hit puberty yet and you already gotta embarrass me?”).
So, no kissing of the rain, although it was partially rainy… the beautiful days went slowly away and the classic hazy, cloudy days of England came back. I call them “the chimney days” and quite understand the need of Englishmen having a chimney in every main room. Considering the amount of those inhospitable days in a year, I would love to lit a fire in our fake fireplaces and just enjoy the dancing flames and warmth coming out of it; with ours I can only take a lighter and lit a fire too, but in the gas heater the chimney contains. And that doesn’t sound romantic at all!


Další z krásných slunečných a větrných dnů. Neodolám a beru Dori do parku teď každý den, ačkoliv vím, že by si spíš měla hrát na nějaké organizované skupince s ostatními dětmi, ale Bůh ví, jak dlouho tohle počasí vydrží. Skupinky jsou lepší pro deštivé dny, a těch tu máme také požehnaně… Žádní Indové dnes v parku negrilovali, možná to bude tím, že je pondělí a my byli v Heaton Parku v poledne, kdy většina normálních lidí v produktivním věku pracuje, a tak jsme v parku narazili jen na mimina a děcka, co zahýbali za školu.

Barbecue Days

Care to sit?

In Newcastle we have two types of barbecue days. One, the ideal, first type, is sunny and almost not windy. That, however, occurs quite rarely and not much people are willing to wait long enough to get it. That’s where the second barbecue day comes into the picture.
Second type of barbecue day is a day as on the picture above. Mostly sunny with very, very, very fresh air. It’s so windy, that our neighbour’s trash can almost smashed us on the walk, because it was just happily flying around in the wind. Day like that is beautiful, but one can’t really wear anything big, because he might simply fly away (and join that trash can on the way of exploration of our area). On the walk one can come across many strange things laying on the streets, from shoes, pieces of clothes, to trash cans from 5 streets away, to armchairs, mattresses, dining tables and other stuff which shouldn’t really be outside.
Needless to say, that as soon as the wind blows away and a calmer (= rainy) day comes, the city council cleans the city from all that brag around and patiently waits for just another barbecue day of a second type.
And why barbecue day? Because families take their small travel grills and sit in any big grass areas, like Heaton Park near our flat, and happily have a ‘dinner out’. On yesterday’s walk we came across two families, one small English, one big Indian. They made me certainly hungry!