We spent the day in Bath. I’m not much for seeing the sights, so we didn’t pay to go into the Roman Baths. Admission fees just annoy me. (Does that make me cheap?) Instead we hung out and ate some delicious food. I ended up taking a lot of street photography there. Here are some of the highlights.
We went to St. Ives, Bath, and Bristol last week. This week I’ll be reporting on these cities in my posts. We’ll start with St. Ives since it was first. This was the view from our hotel window.
That’s pretty good, isn’t it?
I don’t really have much to say about it. The town was very nice, but the weather wasn’t so nice. I took a ton of pictures anyway. Here they are…
There’s lots of beach in St. Ives, but I guess that’s what happens when a town is right on the water.
My husband and I tend to go for walks a lot. You would think that living out in the country would provide us with nicer places to walk. That isn’t exactly true. So far every public footpath that we have attempted to walk on has eventually led to a scene like this:
Yes those are cows in the distance. They’re in the distance because that was as close as I was willing to get. My husband kept insisting that it was fine to walk across that field like the public footpath sign directed, but I swear I saw some bulls in the mix. Bulls are dangerous. I’ve seen the way they charge people on TV. My camera bag is red. That’s like wearing a great big target on my back. Hey, Mr. Bull standing on that hill over there, come stab me in the back with your bull horns and fling me like a rag doll into the air. No thank you.
“But we just pasted a woman who obviously came from this direction,” my husband said.
Some people are willing to flirt with danger. I’m not. I like to keep danger hidden deep inside the junk drawer in my kitchen where it will cut my fingers when I reach in it without looking.
So we turned around and decided to follow the signs for another public footpath. Once on that path we encountered this:
That still makes me feel a bit uneasy, but I was able to deal with it. Mostly sheep just stare at you and if you walk in their direction they get out of the way. I’ve never heard of anyone getting killed by a sheep. But wait, there was that movie I saw not too long ago…
We went tot he beach the other day because it was beautiful out and we thought the beach at sunset would be nice. It was nice to look at. I took a lot of pictures, but it wasn’t really the best experience. Why? I’ll tell you.
A swarm of devil flying ants landed on us and bit us with their evil little ant jaws. I didn’t know anything was wrong until I suddenly I felt like something was stabbing me in the back. My husband looked down the back of my t-shirt and saw that I was covered in flying ants. Those horrid creatures were trying to build a nest on my back.
I’m still suffering from the ant bites that itch like you wouldn’t believe. I didn’t even realize I was so attractive to ants. The next time you have an ant problem in your house invite me over. I’ll lay on the floor and they’ll all run to me. I’m the perfect environmentally friendly, living ant trap. I wonder how much I can charge for that service.
Anyway, here are the pictures I took at the beach. No ants appear in the pictures.
We’re looking for a new place to rent and decided to look beyond the Watford area. So we went to look at a house in North Mymms the other day and it raised a lot of questions in my mind.
Firstly, I wonder why North Mymms is spelled with a Y but South Mimms is spelled with an I.
Secondly, I wonder who in the world would want to live in North Mymms. Talk about a depressing place. It was ugly and flat and somehow unfinished looking. It seemed like we weren’t even in England, but instead in some horrible place populated by people who looked like they were at one time very heavy drinkers. Even their dogs were quite unfortunate looking. North Mymms was a bit like one of those gray scale cards you use in photography when you set your white balance. It was a neutral gray place with no charm.
I don’t mean to insult North Mymms or the people living there. I’m sure that if you have a particular love for the color gray and if you have a bulbous red nose you’d love it. You would especially love it if you have an English bull terrier. Actually this picture is a pretty good representation of North Mymms to me.
Here’s an example of the countryside.
Lovely, isn’t it?
Despite all these details real estate in North Mymms is a hot commodity. The place we went there to see was taken by the people who saw it before us. The real estate agent said that as soon as things become available there they are snatched up. Property is booming in North Mymms. I guess there are a lot of red faced, bulbous nosed bull terrier owners who are missing the facial muscles that are used when you smile looking for a place to live.
Now I really can’t move to North Mymms because I’ve probably made a lot of enemies. I heard that bull terriers can easily tear off a human arm so I won’t be moving there.
Pictures by katesheets and satguru.
I haven’t put up pictures in a long time. Here are a few from Hampton Court.
I get a lot of crazy emails. Most of them are from SEO companies promising to get my site to the top of the search engines, but yesterday I got one that was kind of unique that I thought I’d post.
Hi there,
I’m contacting you as I’m sure many have in the past. After checking out your site at http://nebulousmooch.com/, I have a joint venture proposition for you and I’m pretty sure you’ll find it as exciting as I do.
It’s called the ‘Hair Loss Blueprint’ and it’s just been launched on the Clickbank marketplace. It’s a product type that is a proven money maker and a product brand that is solely unique. Promoting the ‘Hair Loss Blueprint’ is a great opportunity for you, for 5 HUGE reasons:
After checking this blog, he decided this would be a great business opportunity for me? I’m not sure how he decided that. Maybe he saw some pictures of my husband’s questionable hairline.
1. The ‘Hair Loss Blueprint’ is a dream product for those desperate to stop their receding hairline and to even boost hair growth for bald men. Using a mixture of traditional and modern techniques, this truly is an affordable, yet cutting-edge product which makes it stand out in the market. With this distinction, the ‘Hair Loss Blueprint’ is undeniably the best. And when was the last time you promoted a product that went literally uncontested?
2. We offer a downright sexy commission program. You’re going to earn 75% on each sale. That means a minimum of $20 in your pocket every single time someone orders through your affiliate link. Plus… with an unbeatable OTO offered that pays you 75% on top of that, you can very realistically earn up to $40+ per referral!
This poor fellow seems to think that commission programs are sexy. To get a good understanding of what sexy is exactly maybe he should look at that picture again. This time concentrate less on the questionable hairline and more on the sexy.
Now that’s sexy!!
Reasons 3, 4, and 5 aren’t that interesting so I won’t make you read them. (Like I can make you do anything;) But, check out the closing of the email.
Rooting For You,
I love that. It’s always good to have people rooting for you.
If you are bald, I’m sorry but no $37 ebook is going help you grow your hair back. Instead of wasting money on products like that or this…
accept and embrace your baldness. Some of my favorite people are bald…
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Because I look up to my little sister so much, I’ve started taking lots of pictures of myself. Most of the time my sister’s camera is full of pictures of herself taken at arm’s length.
Have you ever had a favorite article of clothing that you thought you looked really good in until you saw a picture of yourself wearing it? Let’s just say that my newest hobby has taught me some interesting things about my wardrobe. The jeans that I thought looked great on me sag oddly in the crotch region. My favorite short-sleeved sweater makes me look like I have a giant stomach. There goes my plans of starting a style blog.
When I confronted my husband for not telling me about the abomination that is my wardrobe he claimed to not have noticed. I’ll give him a break because he isn’t exactly the epitome of style. I won’t give him a break for not telling me that I had a booger hanging out of my nose before I went to my passport interview though.
Here’s a picture I took of myself the other day in the questionable sweater. I had to twist around to get rid of the appearance of a giant stomach.
Sometimes I look at these pictures and swear I have a lazy eye.
Guess what came through my mail slot this morning?
No, not an envelope stuffed with cash.
Okay, I’ll tell you. I got a picture of a sad kitten named Stevie.
Doesn’t that just tug at your heartstrings?
Oh yeah. I almost forgot to mention that I also got my British passport!!!
I am now an official member of the two passport Bettison crew. We roll like that…with double the passport renewal fees and two expiration dates to keep track of.
