Being Lazy

Who doesn’t love those days when you realise you just have nothing to do, but you’re not bored by that? So you just take it easy, do what you feel like, and all the better if it’s a sunny one. Here’s my wife’s constantly-moving feet drumming away on the warm conservatory floor while she reads her baby book:

Nikon D300, Nikon 24-70mm f 2.8 lens at 70mm, 1/200 at f 2.8, ISO 100, hand held with flash. Because we love our time at home so much, quite a lot of this photo blog illustrates the little domestic details of life…we don’t have many big stories to tell, I work very hard and that’s in the public domain widely enough, so it’s nice to put things onto these pages that are the small grace notes of our real life, behind closed doors. Marie’s heels gently tapping on the floor being one of those grace notes…

And as always our cat – who frequently inhabits this blog – was nearby, finding somewhere new to get comfortable:

Nikon D300, Nikon 24-70mm f 2.8 lens at 24mm, 1/400 at f 4.5, ISO 100, hand held with flash. It’s a battered old magazine box, one of c.200 places Jesse knows, within these four walls, which provides safe haven from people.

By now he’s used to his geeky Dad zooming in and trying to take pictures which show every tiny hair on his face:

Nikon D300, Nikon 24-70mm f 2.8 lens at 24mm, 1/200 at f 2.8, ISO 100, hand held with flash. Such a peaceful day. As I write this, Marie and her Mum Bev are wrestling with some dodgy bolts as they build the baby’s new cot, which arrived flat-packed from Mamas and Papas. By way of contrast with the harmonious scenes shown in this blog, the bad language coming from the other end of the room … “these ******* allen keys were designed by a *****!” … is pretty spectacular. Good work, girls, I’ll do the blog, you build the furniture. Today my role is to stay out of the way and boil frequent kettles. Upstairs, dad in law John is laying the wooden floor in the extremely, extremely pink baby’s bedroom. If that child is born with a widgey, instead of a hamburger, then we’re not changing it and he’ll just have to grow up in pink, widgey or no widgey.