The ladies from the woollen mill were wrapped in their work
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN. Care for another colon? Thankyou, I think I just might.
31 July 2010
30 July 2010
Obscure post: apply within
Research staff were proving hard to attract
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN.
29 July 2010
28 July 2010
Spoons versus lumps
It's a little like rock / paper / scissors. Want to play?
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWELVE.
27 July 2010
Tipsy lampshades
Just one drink and they were all wearing people on their heads
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN.
26 July 2010
25 July 2010
Puddle appreciation
At eighty, Lena could still enjoy a good puddle, even on the roof
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND NINE.
24 July 2010
Cosy domestic arrangement
All it took was a candle and a comfy chair
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT. Job done.
23 July 2010
An afternoon spent nodding
In the retirement home for garage sale balloons
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND SEVEN.
22 July 2010
21 July 2010
Hair maps
For almost two weeks it was fashionable to adorn the hair with cartography
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE.
20 July 2010
19 July 2010
Mrs Eccles and the bain-marie
Step 4: Stand in a roasting pan half-filled with hot water
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND THREE. In the end, it was the cat who made a very good baked egg custard.
18 July 2010
From the Mermaid Marketing Board
Handmade by mermaids, and surprisingly inexpensive
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND THREE.
17 July 2010
A question of capacity
The paper cup was leaving town, but the coach was smaller than expected
DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWO.
16 July 2010
15 July 2010
Pictures from the mind's eye
Rainbow with a door by Daisy Morgan
Playground with two suns by May Morgan
Ocean of mixed signals
DAY TWO HUNDRED. Celebrating 200 daily images with two very talented guest bloggers, Daisy [5] and May [4].
14 July 2010
Still life recipe
Slightly animate objects in an attractive arrangement
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE.
13 July 2010
Just a button
He was only a button, but somehow he knew he was smiling
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT.
12 July 2010
Goldilocks inaccuracies
Clearly there were some distortions in the retelling
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN.
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