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Balcony Sunshade in Pale Blue (Or a Story About Invention)

Necessity is the Mother of Invention Once upon a time not so long ago, an old man and his older wife were sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine. Except that the sun was oh so bright that every day, after only ten minutes, they would shuffle back inside to avoid the glare. “What we need,” says she “is a sun-shade.” “Right ho” says he and he shuffles out the apartment, down the four flights of stairs, along the highway for a mile and to the store. “We want a sun shade as it’s too hot to sit out on the balcony.” The salesman rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After much muttering, clattering and the occasional grunt, the salesman...

Big Tents

Every couple of years or so, my mum will decide to have a ‘bit of a do’ and invite close family and more distant family over for a buffet meal, chat, coffee, etc. which will always be held in the garden. She tends to do these on years when the garden is looking particularly lovely, and when the roses are smelling sweet and the grass is at its greenest. And why not, I say. Anyhows, part of this routine involves dad erecting some kind of giant sun-shade over the trestle tables to keep the sun off the diners. In truth it usually serves to keep off the rain, or protect people from the falling acorns thrown by the rather angry squirrels that live in the...

How to Open an Umbrella Without Trapping Skin!

It’s another typical UK summer day of drizzle and threatening clouds. I often wonder exactly how a cloud is threatening… does it push you into a corner, raise a fist and whisper¬†menacingly that “you’re going to have it if you don’t pay me – I’m going to rain on you like you’ve never been rained on before!” Sorry, literal head working on over-drive again! Back to the weather. For our school walk, we have the choice of getting wet or using an umbrella and trying not to poke each other’s eyes out with it. Our only¬†one is a colorful golfing umbrella which usually ends up over the buggy / stroller because some idiot (that will be me then) threw the rain cover away during a...

Sunshine, Sun-cream, Sun-burn and Shade

It’s a hot, hot day here in the UK. It’s a day that my Gran would say is ‘wall-to-wall blue’. In other words, no clouds and lots of ‘the yellow stuff’. It’s a day when the animals all lie down under the shade of trees and hedge-rows; A day when the Europeans all relax with a siesta under cover; A day when us Brits all charge outside with minimal clothing and try and get a tan – quickly turning from pasty white to lobster red in the space of about 15 minutes! I am particularly good at not going brown… I might be dark-haired but, oh man, I can burn bright red as fast as you can say it. And I just LOVE when people...