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There’s not a lot to say about today.  Had breakfast in bed.  The first time since Scamp left for Fuerteventura.  Started a painting then got bogged down in it and started to seal up the boot lock for Scamp’s car.  Got it done and tried to fit it, but the plastic box I made around the switch was too big and wouldn’t allow the lock shield to bolt in place.  Had to remove it and resort to silicon sealant.  Messy stuff.  I’ve left it to dry and set overnight and will fit it again tomorrow hopefully.

Went for a drive in the afternoon, but with low light and no directional sunlight, there wasn’t much I wanted to shoot.  Took some photos on Fannyside Moor, but nothing that inspired me to work on it.  It was photos for photos sake.  However, the settings I changed last night seem to make an improvement to the general quality of the shots I took.
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Found out how to link a MySet to an unused dial position on the camera which is a great advance.  I didn’t know you could do that on the E-PL5 either.  It’s amazing what you learn.
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By the way JIC, here’s an interesting thing to try with your coffee grinder.  I’ve tried it and it works with some coffee, but not all.

Went to salsa and learned an interesting new move and an intersting sequence in bachata.  Other than that, it was cloudy all day and it’s raining now.  Hope the rain keeps away tomorrow to get this boot lock fixed on the Micra.

Another bright day, but frosty this morning. Thermometer was showing only 0.1ºc at 8.30 when I was making breakfast, so just a wee bit cool.

Scamp was going out visiting today, so I had the afternoon to myself. I did venture out, but only as far as the supermarket and then back to do a bit of painting. Nothing for general consumption yet, but enjoying slapping the paint on. Later on I decided I’d better try to get some photos taken. I went down the Luggie burn for a change and got a decent shot of the only snowdrop I’ve seen down there. There are more to come, but none want to show themselves yet. Probably waiting for warmer days. I also found lots of catkins of different varieties. So if the snowdrops are out and the catkins are out, hopefully spring will be just around the corner.

I’m still not happy with the images I’m getting with the Tamron (Sorry to harp on about this Jic), so I decided to build myself another lens tester. For some reason I’ve deleted (or more likely a dodgy program called File Juggler – avoid like the plague) has deleted the AutoCad files for it from my PC. Then I found that some kind person had uploaded a PDF of almost the same model as mine. I printed it out last night and am hoping to assemble the model tomorrow to check if the D7000 is back or front focusing, which might be causing the lack of sharpness. If it’s not that, then the lens is going back to the Tamron hospital to have it looked at.

The day was bright and clear, but as Jic and Sim were meeting up with friends in the afternoon, we had to choose somewhere close at hand for a walk. Scamp picked Glasgow Green as our destination and off we went. Had a walk around our usual circuit of the Green, then extended it hoping to take in Richmond Park, only to find that they were reinforcing the bridge over the river. Don’t know who the mysterious “They” were, but I’m hoping it’s not Glasgow Cooncil or it may be closed for the foreseeable future.

Anyway, we turned back and headed for the People’s Palace, intending to have a low fat skinny Roll ‘n’ Sausage and a cup of coffee. First downer, due to lack of grocery deliveries, there were no rolls ‘n’ sausage, in fact there were no rolls ‘n’ anything because there were no rolls. Ok, change of plan. A healthier ham sandwich would do on this occasion. Second downer, due to lack of grocery deliveries, there was no milk for tea or coffee either. Ok, change of plan number two. Let’s leave and head for Costa at Robroyston. Hopefully they will have had their groceries delivered. They did and we got our lunch then headed home after initiating Sim into the joys of wandering around Watt Brothers.

After the youngsters had left to go in to Glasgow, I managed to get their calendar finished. Just got it printed when I noticed that January had two January 1st days, on a Thursday and a Friday. Luckily it was just the one copy printed. Got that sorted sharpish then combed it together and stuck it in a poly bag ready for them when they returned. This calendar has been on going since the start of November and I hadn’t seen the glaring error. Numpty!

It’s been a grand day weather wise, with blue skies but the usual accompanying cooler than usual temperatures, however the wind is beginning to get up now and heavy rain is predicted for tomorrow. Oh well, at least we all got out for a walk today.

Just a day in town at the HorseShoe Bar.  Drinking and slagging off.  What else do you expect from six auld guys.  A great time was had by all.

That’s it.

Today Scamp retired. The title for today’s post came from one of her throw-away lines when she was speaking to Hazy. “Yes, this is The Retirement Home”. For someone without a sense of humour, that’s pretty good going. It was a stressful day. Up with the lark (if the lark got up about 8.00am that is) and out to get the tinsel, the helium balloon, the lights and the coloured balloons. It’s amazing what you can get for a fiver in the pound shop. Back to decorate the place. Where’s the stapler? Found it! It’s empty! Where are the staples? Found another stapler! Yippee it’s got some staples in it!! Just got it finished and Scamp phoned to say she was on the way home. Time for a cup of coffee.

The decorations seemed to pass muster. Then it was time to take Scamp to her retirement party. Dropped her there talking with one of the ‘Witches’ and went to take some photos. Cold and bright when I left, then the clouds rolled in, but I persevered and got some interesting shots in the intervals of sunlight during the hour or so I had. My favourite, but not the POD was the broken umbrella stuck in the tree. This path is far from any well trodden route so I imagine the umbrella must have blown quite a distance to reach its final destination.

We’re just back from our dinner at Vecchia Bologna in Bridge of Allan. It was lovely. I think it drew a line under a rather fraught, but essentially a very successful day.

Sitting in the Armadillo waiting for Jools Holland. We’ve just seen the intro act, Mark Flanagan playing guitar and singing – and very good he was too.
Amazed at the number of people who wander in late to these events. Maybe we’re out of touch, but it’s really annoying. Quite sad too that there are so many incontinents having to take toilet breaks every 15 minutes. Let’s hope the zimmers are now parked, the crutches stacked and the incontinence pads wrung out and that Jools can continue uninterrupted.

Jools and his orchestra were brilliant.  Just as I expected them to be.  I think Scamp is ready to sign up for tickets for next year’s show DV.  Special guests were KT Tunstall and Ruby Turner.  Both gave of their best and had us dancing in our seats.  Yes, really.  Amazing night.

Got the train back to Glasgow Central without a problem and then walked up Bucky Street, past the rubber men and the lady stilt walkers teetering on their incredibly high heels “How can they walk in those shoes?“.  Both groups struggling against (one last time, surely Storm Desmond)

The drive back along the M80 was interesting with gale force winds and heavy driving rain.  However, we’re home now.  Let’s see what tomorrow brings.  Hopefully this is bye bye Desmond.

Today was Scamp’s annual Christmas party when she cooks dinner and entertains her ‘Witches’.  The planning usually starts about a month before the party and so it was this year.  I try to make myself scarse on these days, but today the weather was continuing on its December theme and I stayed home to help with the preparations.  After I’d done all that I was asked to do, I went to the leisure centre for a swim.  Just like the last time, the water in the pool was lovely and warm, the sauna was hot and the steam room was steamy.  Just what you want on a cold, dull, miserable day.  I spent a pleasant hour in the heat, reminiscent of our recent holiday in Tenerife.

After heat of the pool, I took myself off to Fannyside to try for some long exposure shots of the trees blowing in the winds of Storm Desmond.  What on earth gave them the idea of giving our ‘storms’ names?  In global terms they are just a bit of wind, not a real storm like those in the tropics.  What my mum would have called ‘a good drying day for the washing’.  If you’re going to give them names, give them seriously dangerous names.  Not ‘ Desmond’.  With apologies to all the Desmonds out there, it’s not a scary sounding name is it?  Why give it a person’s name?  Give it an animal’s name.  Storm Tiger, Storm Orca or Storm Eagle sound better.  Storm Demond is about as scary as Storm Fluffy Bunny.

Anyway, the light was dropping away at a serious rate by the time I got to Fannyside and the wind was getting up.  Desmond was doing his best to show his bluster which was just what I wanted.  Tried a few shots using slow shutter speed and high aperture, then tried another few with the same camera settings, but took multiple images that I hoped to later combine in Photoshop.  The first shots were the best, the multiple images didn’t quite cut it as far as controlled exposure.  I need more practise in this stuff.

Just now I’m happily sitting in the ‘painting room’ listening to some music and avoiding the hilarity of the ‘witches’ downstairs.  It’s only one day a year after all.

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For a change, the day started with dry weather, but was forecast to become a lot less dry later.

I started a new painting using the heavy body acrylic paints I got yesterday. It does look good with lots of impasto. On the subject of impasto, I was amazed the other day when I asked one of the sales assistants in the Art Store in Glasgow if heavy body acrylics would hold an impasto and he asked me what an impasto was! The Art Store used to be THE place for art students to get a part time job as sales assistants. It doesn’t look as if that it the case now. I think they’ve had things too much their own way of late, with the only competition being the rather antiquated Millers (now owned by some equally old-fashioned Embra mob). However, now that the more modern and pro-active CassArt has arrived just down the street, it’s time they sharpened up their attitude.

Met Fred for coffee and a catch-up later, when we came out of the town centre it was raining and seven hours later, it still is 🙁

By two o’ clock the car’s automatic headlights switched on. No good light for photography today, so it had to be a still life for the POD. Just one step up from flooers.

Yet another day that began with that wet stuff falling from the sky, a grey sky.  Scamp wanted to do some shopping in Glasgow and I can always find something to look at or to buy there.  Driving in was as busy as yesterday and I used the same ‘shortcut’.  I also used the same parking ‘secret’.

We agreed to split up and shop separately.  While Scamp was in a shop, I was wading through a torrent from the sky to get to a sweet shop in Argyle Street.  When I got there, the shop was shut.  I said ‘bad words’, but got what I wanted in a nearby ‘American Candy Store’.  Walked back and when I was going up Queen Street I saw a photo I had intended taking yesterday and grabbed it because it was still raining.  I was determined to get at least one in the bag.  After meeting Scamp we went for a coffee in my new favourite place.  If you don’t know, see Monday’s blog.  It passed Scamp’s approval.  On the drive home the sky cleared and the sun shone again.  This is beginning to be a habit from the weather.

In the afternoon after speaking to Hazy on her birthday, I went out for a walk along the Railway Walk.  Weather was beautiful with a sky graded from blue to a sunset orange. Just enough high white clouds to give a bit of texture.  A day of two halves to be sure.  Got a few shots of the trees at the side of the Kelvin Burn with the sun just starting to dip below Bar Hill.

Last night I’d ordered a bottle of Licor 43 from Asda and was informed that it would be ready to collect between 4.00 and 5.00pm today.  Customer serviced didn’t know about it and the man in a van in the middle of the carpark where you collect your click and collect didn’t know about it.  I came home empty handed to find that I hadn’t finalised my order.  How do you do that when you’ve logged in, made your order, chosen your timeslot and found no continue button, no checkout button, no finalise button.  Asda Click & Collect is a shambles.  I don’t think I’ll use it again.  I may never use Asda again.  I’ll just buy the Licor 43 in a shop next time.

Woke expecting snow, but it was rain again.  Rivers of the stuff running down the road.  I drove Jackie in to Glasgow as I was going in anyway to get some paint.  Traffic was ridiculous going along M80.  Never seen it so busy in the morning.  However, because Scamp insisted on going a ‘better’ way one night, I knew a shortcut, well, actually a long road for a shortcut along past the fruit market.  Longer in miles, but way, way shorter in time.  Got parked without a problem in my ‘secret‘ parking area of the Concert Hall.    Left Jackie to her own devices and shopping then went through John Lewis (another shortcut).  I was walking past the staff (Oops, ‘partners’ !?) entrance when I saw a group of mannequins inside waiting to ambush anyone who came through the door.  The sign above their heads read “Welcome to John Lewis Glasgow”  That gave me the title too: “The Welcoming Committee”.  Managed to avoid one ‘Partner’ who was going in and get the shot before I was caught either by another ‘Partner’ or a mannequin.  Dived down to CassArt only to find that the paint I was looking for was only available on-line.  Bummer.

Walked back up the road and got a shot of a couple of pigeons looking really drookit.  Almost as drookit as I felt.  Plodded back up Bucky Street to the carpark and got to the ticket machine with only four minutes to spare, meaning I only had to pay £2 instead of double that if I’d been 5 minutes later.  I was going to say it put a brightener on the day, but that would be taking things too far.  It would need more than £2 to put a smile on my face today.

When I got home I discovered that I’d left the heating on, so the house was lovely and welcoming.  Much more welcoming than the Committee.