Revolutionary Rants

Because Everything's Political

Quasimodo

I have just started to learn bell ringing at the local church. Last week I did well, apparently, but this week I managed to break the staith, which protects the bell. Luckily I remembered to let go before the 600kg bell whipped me up to the bell tower… and the only way was down… gulp…

I have since gone through many stages of shock and guilt, but hope to carry on with my campanology.

In other news, the bathroom continues – yes, still. The new kitchen is in a glorious. We visited London at the weekend, pottled around, saw some sights and also saw Aram’s parents.

My wrist is killing me, so more sometime soon – hopefully sooner than my last post!

Comments (1)

Comments (1)

Comment by Lee Morgan — 11/03/2009 @ 21:37

No person is an island, to paraphrase John Donne… hope you’re on the mend soon.

All the best

liverish