A thousand pieces

Seems like we’ve picked up yet another hobby during lockdown - thanks to someone in our street’s WhatsApp group getting rid of a couple of jigsaws last week. I’ve never had any interest in doing one, as I’m not the most patient person in the world, but I’m so happy I on the spur of the moment sat down and joined in when the guys had a go at a 500 piece one. Jigsaws rock!! We completed it in one sitting, and then swapped it with another lady in the street who’d taken the 1000 piece one pictured here. Even though the weather was great, the pull of the jigsaw was strong enough for me to want to just spend all day working away at this thing. Sometimes we’d get completely stuck, and Oomoo would get the task of finding a particularly shaped piece, and just by going by shape alone he’d find it almost immediately. Like Rain Man or something. My technique was purely visual, I could find where a piece should go by looking at the tiniest details, whereas Mr Famapa kept track of shapes and shades. I kid you not, but I was buzzing for about 20 minutes after we completed it (it took four days of sporadic sessions) and the whole experience was just so satisfying. Now we just need to hook up with more people getting rid of jigsaws, ‘cause I’m jonesing for one baaaad. I guess it’s official. We’re old people now.

‘The weekend’

Some randoms from the days formerly known as ‘the weekend’. It was Mr Famapa’s birthday on Saturday, so me and Oomoo got up at 5.45am to bake this, as I realised that the cake would need to cool down for ages before we could put the icing on (we know this now after having watched a few seasons of The Great British Bake Off, haha). The Bake Off judges would have judged the cake slightly overbaked, which it was, but it was still tasty, and even better fridge cold the day after.

Later in the day it was +24 degrees, and it felt like summer, so some of us decided to have a water balloon/bowl fight, whilst some of us took pictures and kept dry.

I sure hope we have a good summer this year, as we won’t be going anywhere. Staycation baby!

Yesterday I went out for my first walk in almost two weeks, and even though it had gone winter cold by the afternoon, it felt great to be out and about again. I met up with my friend D, and we walked around our neighbourhood again.

And yes, we still kept 2 metres apart. That’s going to be life for a long time now innit.

We walked along the local disused railway and the platform of what used to be one of the stations.

We’re so spoiled in this part of London with all the different green areas we can use. There’s no way I’d live anywhere else here.

Eventually we walked back through the centre of the ‘hood, and I finally took a picture of this sign that I’ve seen for years. It’s sits on a door going into a recording studio, in an old church building, where worshipped rock-gods have recorded music and worshippers of God have prayed.

I wish I’d filmed this. This collapsed bit of tarp was elegantly dancing in the breeze. Very American Beauty.

Hey Pikachu! Makes a change from all the gloves, eh?

Addicted

Got this OMY colouring in poster for Oomoo about a year ago, and pre-lockdown we slowly (and visitors!) filled it in, but in the last few days this thing has made us all addicted (well, mainly me and Mr Famapa)! I never got into the whole mindful colouring-in craze that swept the globe years ago - but now?! Try and pry me away from it! I just want to sit at the dining table colouring this thing in ALL DAY. We’ve almost finished it. We’re going to get the shakes I tell you.

Magic circle

Look at what I found at the bottom of my glass of tea the other day! The weather for tea in the grass is no longer with us, but I’m actually looking forward to a bit of bad weather. Maybe now I’ll be able to watch some of all the good art docs and virtual tours of museums that I’ve been meaning to do since lockdown. Silver lining innit.