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Can you see her?

Sing a long using the Jack and Jill lyrics: Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got, and home did trot, As fast as he could caper, He went to bed to mend his head, With vinegar and brown paper.

A few weeks ago we went with friends to the Cotswolds for a few days of respite from the city. We had such a great time, and looking at these now, I just want to go straight back there. When we're there we always go for the same walk, and this time was no different.

Lyrics: Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah. Camptown racetrack five miles long, oh da-doo-dah-day. I come down there with my hat caved in, doo-dah, doo-dah. I go back home with a pocket full of tin, oh da-doo-dah-day. Going to run all night, going to run all day. I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, Somebody bet on the gray. The long-tail filly and the big black horse, doo-dah, doo-dah. They fly the track and they both cut across, oh da-doo-dah-day. The blind horse sticking in a big mud hole, doo-dah, doo-dah. Can't touch the bottom with a ten-foot pole, oh da-doo-dah-day. Going to run all night, going to run all day. I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, Somebody bet on the gray. See them flying on a ten-mile heat, doo-dah, doo-dah. Round the racetrack, then repeat, oh da-doo-dah-day. I win my money on the bobtail nag, doo-dah, doo-dah. I keep my money in an old tow bag, oh da-doo-dah-day. Going to run all night, going to run all day. I'll bet my money o

A few weekends ago I had my monthly meet-up with my ex-colleagues (now friends, can't believe it was 14 years ago we all met), and it happened to coincide with Photo London . We spent the most part of a day walking through all the rooms at Somerset House , looking at what 90 photography galleries from across the globe had to offer. There was a lot of rubbish (in our humble opinions), but also some great work from various photographers. I wanted to take home the large print of the chimney pots (2nd picture), but I didn't have thousands of pounds spare (funny that). Yes, everything was for sale, and I spotted up some below par Saul Leiter prints for £16 000 a piece. Ouch. Mind you, there was also a William Eggleston one for sale for £135 000!! Still, it was really inspiring and if nothing else, I certainly got some great ideas of how to mount prints. Have a great weekend yo!

Lyrics: It's raining; it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head, And he wouldn't get up in the morning.