Tut Tut Tut

Couldn’t resist that.

Maryann of If Only I Had A Time Machine said today that on this day in 1922, the tomb of Tutankhamun was discovered. I told her that I had replicas of the files and photos that Howard Carter wrote and created. As I have always loved Egypt, and the Valley of the Kings, my parents brought it for me for my birthday a few years ago. Although the tomb was discovered on November 4th, Tutankhamun himself was discovered on November 22 1922.

I told Maryann that I would photograph the items in the pack. Here are the shots I took. It was difficult to capture them all without showing my scruffy living room. I have not put my name on the photos as I am photographing someone else’s work, so credit and acknowledgement goes to Jaromir Malek who created the file. Click on the image to view the larger size.

This is also post number 1800

Teaser Tuesdays (June 04 2013)

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

My Teasers:


He landed near the sunning butterfly and quietly asked, “How can you do this?” The large golden butterfly turned her head to face the shy butterfly and answered “How can I not?”

42% (Kindle) “The Shy Butterfly” by Penny Howe

An inspirational children’s story about a shy butterfly who hides in the shadows of a forest, too afraid to come out into the light of day until he meets a Monarch butterfly who encourages him to be brave. The book serves as inspiration for children and adults alike.

A *trip* Down Memory Lane

I just popped over to Duncan’s blog to read why he had made a prat of himself, and after reading, I decided to share my experience.

It was 1987, Christmas. Well a few days before. I had just finished my training to be a welder for the year and was heading home. I was 20, had just won £45 at poker (in 1987 that was a LOT of money) which was a game I had never played. We were supposed to be playing for pennies and two pennies but one of the guys was a hard core and started putting the notes in. And I was duly winning. So we got drunk as well. I headed up the road to the digs I was living in as I was in Gillingham, Kent at the time but home was in Hythe, Kent.  I picked some of my bits up to take back with me and made my way to the train station. I was 20, drunk, smoking a cigarette, so naturally when I asked for a half fare, they said … yes.

I staggered up the train to the smoking carriage and took the journey home feeling slightly queasy a couple of times due to the fact that the train was a “chudder-chudder” train that you couldn’t see straight when it was moving. I did try and read my Dick Francis book, but wasn’t sure if it was the world spinning or the train juddering that out paid to that.

Now, the trains back then were ones were you put your arm out and opened the door. These were later deemed dangerous because they could be opened when the train was moving. As the train was pulling into the station, I did what other people had done many times before and were doing further down the train. I opened the door and got off before the train had stopped. Bearing in mind, these others had done it before and were not drunk.

I stacked it.

I landed on my kisser and my backs went sprawling. I didn’t wait to see if the laughter was aimed at me. I got to my feet, picked up my bags and walked off.


Travel Theme: Walls

Ailsa’s theme this week is Walls. I know my town is old and has loads of old buildings, but it can be cold, and I think he photo I took today of Dover Castle shows some of the most impenetrable walls in our country. Having been built in the 12th Century, it has withstood so much. The castle started being built by Henry II, and in 1216 Louis VIII of France attempted to breach the castle, but didn’t make it completely through. It stood for years, and when Henry VIII was there, he had a moat added and upgraded the defences to gunpowder. The castle was lost in 1642 during the English Civil War without a shot being fired – so the walls weren’t breached.

At the end of the Napoleonic War, more outer walls were added, making it even more defensible. At the beginning of the Second World War, the secret tunnels underneath were converted to an air raid shelter and then a Command Centre. Gun batteries were installed so that ships in the Strait of Dover could be picked off as necessary.

To this day, the castle has never been fully breached. The walls are between 17 and 21 feet thick. And this castle is right behind my house. Admittedly you would have to scale the White Cliffs of Dover to get there, but it is there.