Perhaps I should rename my blog:
“Clouds over Cambridge”
But that would not be accurate as they aren’t all over Cambridge.
And cats are still my main thing. This fine chap was patrolling a field.
Yesterday was a particularly splendid cloud day and I have quite a few more images to share.
But first there’s something else.
From the age of eleven, I was in uniform just about every day. I didn’t always like it, but it certainly made life easier and over all those years, saved a great deal of money
It occurred to me recently that I was not aware of the current British Airways uniform and I thought I would enlighten myself. Before I got around to it..
Strangely, I received an email from an old airline friend, attaching an article just released by BA, presenting a new uniform.
In the release there is a video in which the designer Ozwald Boateng, mentions speaking to employees across the airline about their opinions and needs. As one would hope.
The project has reportedly taken four years but one must make allowances for Covid, of course.
What I don’t understand, is why airlines must use famous designers to create their uniforms. Such people design clothes for emaciated runway models, not for normal-sized people who work in them.
They always claim to take into account what employees have asked for.
Let’s say I am skeptical.
But I saved the best for last.
Could there be anything more impractical for a woman?
Or anything more uncomfortable?
Or less flattering?
How is this to be laundered and when?
Scarves are nice, but worn every day they soon look like dish rags.
It’s not my business anymore. I don’t have to wear it and since I no longer travel, I don’t even have to look at it.
So who cares what I think.
In my time, we had our share of dreadful uniforms but I’m glad I don’t have to model this one!
For the first time in a while, last night, the temperature fell below freezing but in the ten-day forecast there is no sign of snow and the days are expected to be mild.
Something wrong with this picture.
Given the cost of heating, I should be grateful.
But it’s not a good sign when the seasons get out of whack.
The lilac will begin to bloom too soon and then, as in previous years, frost and snow will suddenly arrive and that will be the end of it, again.
So far I have not found a way of communicating with a lilac bush. I do try, offering encouraging words and urging restraint, but to no avail.
Sometimes the most ordinary pictures please me most.
In this one I like the row of telephone poles, the light on the roof, the road dipping and then rising in the distance.
And the moody sky.
Agricultural stakes. Not sure for what. Grapes, perhaps?
Coming back from Greenwich, we swung off the main road and made a couple of loops which pretty soon ended us up back where we started.
It was such a lovely day and usually I would have encouraged further exploration but yesterday the body did not want to be sitting in a car.
Mostly, though, we didn’t want to incur further demerits from DD.