Little Shubunkin
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Woke up early. Made a pizza for later. Went back to bed. Woke up at midday. Don’t feel guilty. I have a cold. Made dinner out of pork chops with mashed potatoes and peas. Washed pots by hand. Have a beer and watch Roman Holiday with missus. We go for a walk to the local…
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My wife, Mrs Shubunkin, and I like to visit cemeteries and graveyards. I am conscious that this is an unusual hobby, and a minority interest subject.Before I met Mrs S, she had written a 14,000-word dissertation on our local cemetery, as part of a heritage management course she’d taken. She’s been offering a significant amount…
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What books do you want to read? “Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid (GEB) is a 1979 Pulitzer Prize-winning book by Douglas Hofstadter that explores the common themes in the work of mathematician Kurt Gödel, artist M.C. Escher, and composer Johann Sebastian Bach. It investigates how cognition and consciousness emerge from hidden, self-referential mechanisms (recursion) in…
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My dad was a practising Buddhist; my mum was confirmed in the Church of England. I became a Christian in 2007. Sometimes you must choose one path or the other.In the New Testament, Jesus says, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me” (NIV).However,…
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This picture was taken in 1894! It’s of my paternal great grandparents with their two babies. The smaller baby is my grandmother, who lived to be 93. The photo was enhanced and colourised using Luminar Neo.
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Write about a few of your favorite family traditions. My paternal grandfather was a proper Welshman. He said he remembered, as a kid, sitting on a pile of bardic texts. The Welsh love storytelling, and information gets passed down from generation to generation. For example, there’s a tradition in my family that the reason our…
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I got a new phone just before Christmas. This was a test shot for its camera’s low light capabilities.
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“Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s.”― Hipolito
