Ya Bute

I am becoming a short-cut blogger by just posting photos instead of observations. I persuaded Nice Man to go with me for a night in the country on our nearest island - the Isle of Bute. Having been to the outer Hebrides and grown up on Islay, Bute seems flatter and less exotic. Sorry Bute! There's lots of faded Victoriana, chip shops and seagulls that need ASBOs. We had a good time though. I'd recommend Mount Stuart house and gardens - a posh mansion with splashes of eccentric flamboyance. Gothic high camp. Think stained glass windows for each sign of the zodiac. Very Russel Grant - only these were from centuries ago.

-C

My Best Friends' Wedding (without Julia Roberts)

Time's relativity as measured by water filters

I've reached the half-way point of pregnancy - 20 weeks. On the one hand, it seems to be going very slowly....until I change the water filter. We have a water jug to filter tap water and the filter is supposed to be changed at the start of each new month. I find myself thinking - wow, it's time to change it again? Already? So, I've started to measure my gestation in water filters. I have 4 more to go...

I saw another great film last night called The Visitor. Here's a photo from it. Take a tissue or two...

-C