Showing posts with label moaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moaning. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Returned to sender...


Palautetaan lähettäjälle...

And our good luck just continues re: weird things happening.
Because of a tiny nail varnish bottle the parcel sent to Emmdee's sister has been returned to us (evidence above). What do we learn from this? Never send nail varnish by post to anywhere :)

Thursday, 28 May 2009

Time flies when you're having fun


Danger - Architect at work... via


What is it with architects and deadlines?

Somehow it is 10 days since our last post, although it only seems like last night. I have several things I want to blog about (including horses & cows, blood pancakes, not cycling, dentists and other random things) but we're in that mad 'draw-up' zone trying to get our Europan 10 competition entry ready, working 12 hour days redesigning everything for the n-th time, redrawing it, redesigning it again, drawing it again, re-reading the brief, starting it all again.... Having the world's worst rickety, uneven table as a drawing board, no network, flaky software and only an A4 printer (also very temperamental - rather like it's owner) doesn't exactly help. Mind you the set up is still almost as good as my last office...

The observant amongst you may be wondering why I making a big deal about this as we still have exactly a month to go, however my course starts on Monday (oh bugger I have to revise for that too), and we have Juhannus in between, and I need to get a 3d CAD model of the whole site finished next week so we can work up some perspective views then work on the written part. While Konna will only have to draw everything else! If we were doing this in an office I would hope there would be a few more hands.  Lucky it is 'only' three A1 boards... (and 10 A3's, and 2 CD's) ... and we can't even publish it here until after the judging - in January!

Monday, 9 March 2009

Terveydeksi


Apua! Tarvitsen lisää nenäliinoja...

This week Charlie developed an irritating cold, which sat in his sinuses turning his nose on and off like a tap: "It was kind of like the ectoplasm equivalent of diarrhoea."

I know the feeling... just add window rattling sneezes to complete the scene. 

I also know that getting cold doesn't give you a cold (possibly hyperthermia, but not a cold 'cos it's a virus), but maybe standing outside with 29,000 other people all Saturday watching lunatics with planks on their feet jump off a 140m high ramp at Salpausselän Kisat in Lähti wasn't that helpful.