Month: Sep 2024

#1031 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Not a story about the furthest but a story about our current road trip before it even started. The only motorway that links us with our local airport was closed. An easy two hour journey became a tense four hour journey via A and B roads in Devon. Our flight was at 5:15 and we arrived at the airport at 5:05. Never were we so grateful for a delayed flight but regardless of the delay, check-in for luggage was very firmly closed. Thankfully we met some fabulous people and we were processed with kindness and expediency.

We arrived at 2 am and can reveal the start of our roadtrip.

Our first day was an odysea of coffee shops and nattering and a museum of  Greek culture where I met this splendid fellow.

Man in a Fez by an unknown artist.

Goodness how I love this face painted in about 1870.  A face so full of mischief I would be drawn to him at a party.

Has he just eaten the last pie?

Or farted?

Has he just heard the most salacious and delicious piece of gossip?

Is he trying really hard not to giggle?

I have no idea but he has brightened my first day in Athens. I will take his unusual portrait image with me on my road trip.

And this fabulous abstract created in a Sephora beauty product shop. Just nearby to our Airbnb.

#1030 theoldmortuary ponders.

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What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

The prompt from my blog host ( above ) exactly matched the blog I was planning to write. Yesterday tears of Joy/ mirth were shed as we enjoyed a coffee in a bikers cafe with two other bobbers.

It should be said that none of us have any actual experience of motorbikes. Two of us have, as the wall art suggests, shared the ride

Me at only a few days old when I was brought home from the maternity hospital in the sidecar of my dads motorbike. Rather more unusually Gill Bobber rode in a sidecar made of scaffolding poles when she had a biker boyfriend. This proximity to an actual motorbike allowed her to ride out with a motorcycle club. The name of which brought the actual tears of joy yesterday.

Just to prove I haven’t made this up to add pzazz to my blog, here is the map of the area just north of Hebden Bridge in Yorkshire.

The upper part of the road is called Slack Tops . Which has a scintilla of humour for all post-meno women as nature is not kind to older breasts.

The floor of the motorbike cafe.

Which leads me to the epic tears of joy which we shed yesterday. All four of us have substantial knowledge of 3D human anatomy. Sometimes that leads other people to ask us odd questions. Our friends had been asked by a fitness instructor if they could crochet a soft model of a pelvic floor so the instructor could more easily explain the importance and significance of pelvic floor exercises. Another essential for post-meno women.We puzzled over the problem and actually came up with a half decent design of such a thing. Including working parts. The tears of laughter were shed when we realised how long we had taken to seriously design a crochet pelvic floor and the consideration of making such a thing. Quite a different sort of engineering to the usual nattering in a bikers cafe I am sure.

As a cultural note, Slack Bottom, of Gill’s bikers club in Yorkshire, is just a little north of the grave of Sylvia Plath who wrote the best excuse for blogging that I know.

Everything in life is writable about.

And to finish, me, sitting on an actual motorbike. The only time in my life.