tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58379285585730200632024-03-13T00:25:07.586+00:00Paul PurdayPaul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-26657204570662669172010-08-29T19:05:00.003+01:002010-08-29T19:08:13.918+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-yua0LyEq2B1_0tJiyaAbgoHAMkPhkCLewfZgtVauhboxZW-bsCxXxFlJiceIMCll3sYEcytT3jxTMltvX9FphoZ1oQYolUYib_4yt3c0A0uHe2MnVbSMAdAt-rhcoyrN_bBwRnkeVc/s1600/28082010148.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-yua0LyEq2B1_0tJiyaAbgoHAMkPhkCLewfZgtVauhboxZW-bsCxXxFlJiceIMCll3sYEcytT3jxTMltvX9FphoZ1oQYolUYib_4yt3c0A0uHe2MnVbSMAdAt-rhcoyrN_bBwRnkeVc/s320/28082010148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510895220884665474" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-57805096720522638342010-08-25T21:35:00.003+01:002010-08-25T22:26:05.024+01:00Cathy's OperationCathy has battled with a painful back since being diagnosed with scoliosis of the spine at the age of 15. In latter years the sideways tilt of her spine has increased, and an operation to straighten it at Stanmore Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital was arranged. This took place on 22 December 2009 where metal rods were screwed to each side of the spine to straighten it by 70%. The surgeon was unable to straighten it completely but was able to remove arthritic spurs on the base of the spine which had caused her acute pain and was the main reason for the operation. Unfortunately during her time in hospital she contracted E Coli and did not leave Stanmore until 17 February 2010. I stayed at the hospital for the first 3 or 4 weeks and then commuted for the final 4 weeks (a 100 mile round trip) - about 4000 miles in all and during that awful winter! <div> Since that time Cathy has had continual muscular and nerve pain which is normal after such an operation, and the surgeon said that the recovery actually will take 12 - 18 months. She is able to walk 20 - 30 minutes every day and finds hydrotherapy one of the most beneficial exercises. She has also lost 2 stone.</div><div> Below you will see photos of Cathy before and after the operation. Also, there are photos of a different Jaguar I have bought - an S Type. It helps Cathy to have a smoother car to reduce jarring to her spine. The car is brilliant with a V6 2.7 litre twin-turbo diesel engine and is so silent and smooth. As you will gather, I'm a Jaguar fan! </div>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-43953674990115613162010-08-25T21:33:00.002+01:002010-08-25T21:35:05.982+01:00Before<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlzEZAr4il43rnA2w47xiJEgaoVsULDySBrRrZml8XVV4r6ecg9ovMnM-3o5t_kpRkFLVuBTKymUXh8IrI60yHawwU35yuKom7Q24M4MtM1JEyrd2_AaNNBMGAWDMJltgJX-zFaS2zQw/s1600/P1020363.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlzEZAr4il43rnA2w47xiJEgaoVsULDySBrRrZml8XVV4r6ecg9ovMnM-3o5t_kpRkFLVuBTKymUXh8IrI60yHawwU35yuKom7Q24M4MtM1JEyrd2_AaNNBMGAWDMJltgJX-zFaS2zQw/s320/P1020363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509448691288563874" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-79487769548254679532010-08-25T21:31:00.001+01:002010-08-25T21:33:02.886+01:00After<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinL_gx_lRNEASpwUfGRhyphenhyphenmIOBaCQ2Q04LeWr8fbma6ZdWJe7EqoA4oFZ7PKhebYXYF3IYIRAUy1fy1lbN4WosxqvYwRY-juNk3QOzgyZCLX3qbNZmUj_OV8WUYZgE03RCtqa4vjb29jwQ/s1600/23072010116.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinL_gx_lRNEASpwUfGRhyphenhyphenmIOBaCQ2Q04LeWr8fbma6ZdWJe7EqoA4oFZ7PKhebYXYF3IYIRAUy1fy1lbN4WosxqvYwRY-juNk3QOzgyZCLX3qbNZmUj_OV8WUYZgE03RCtqa4vjb29jwQ/s320/23072010116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509448171739216770" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-13535319088685768922010-08-25T21:28:00.001+01:002010-08-25T21:30:29.061+01:00Jaguar S Type<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCWJ9dl1MgZuuDx73qn_8RUSex5YC1mRKK1SrMPxwdVyH-RYHA_3lTlPNmvfR2UiNkmDmety4-nAOTk2yEx49yL0QI_9f3P_8gZwzPIsJ_cEYcDGXxvYVZpZS5f9xCLziz28kVOz47cA/s1600/09082010132_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCWJ9dl1MgZuuDx73qn_8RUSex5YC1mRKK1SrMPxwdVyH-RYHA_3lTlPNmvfR2UiNkmDmety4-nAOTk2yEx49yL0QI_9f3P_8gZwzPIsJ_cEYcDGXxvYVZpZS5f9xCLziz28kVOz47cA/s320/09082010132_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509447443526251842" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-13839487884364701602010-08-25T21:26:00.001+01:002010-08-25T21:28:41.263+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69wA6gCQ6dg4wscUFA_mkTn6C7Z5tu0Qwf3yjhlqyMCbPtmnfzO7ONeg9qa2YLi3Q75yTiFtRZrPEfpNP6ELZqoWfv-XKP2oOUWO1082-UcpvIo0L85tXvO4TYpLB3vpUghhTUXY58iA/s1600/09082010133_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69wA6gCQ6dg4wscUFA_mkTn6C7Z5tu0Qwf3yjhlqyMCbPtmnfzO7ONeg9qa2YLi3Q75yTiFtRZrPEfpNP6ELZqoWfv-XKP2oOUWO1082-UcpvIo0L85tXvO4TYpLB3vpUghhTUXY58iA/s320/09082010133_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509447064894601458" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-88185745404631452892010-08-25T21:22:00.001+01:002010-08-25T21:26:46.890+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqU-xX_G78K5OOdxo1-x4BvPSzYaCmrYUF_6gqnfSK8r0oe2qWyu1E26Si4Irj8DoS57HmVKybHgl0tNzDKOwsRgrnf8pJpjPbrU8lDRcjAtLcmXhL159V0GnZ7pOEoJBPOG1E2btENg/s1600/09082010134_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqU-xX_G78K5OOdxo1-x4BvPSzYaCmrYUF_6gqnfSK8r0oe2qWyu1E26Si4Irj8DoS57HmVKybHgl0tNzDKOwsRgrnf8pJpjPbrU8lDRcjAtLcmXhL159V0GnZ7pOEoJBPOG1E2btENg/s320/09082010134_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446576386937842" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-35502680683576653952009-05-25T20:05:00.004+01:002009-05-26T12:12:25.320+01:00BACK TO POETRY AGAINHaving written poetry since the age of 7 or 8, I am getting back to it again after a 20 year break during which time I have been engaged professionally in watercolour painting and latterly in writing a book. I am posting firstly a poem I wrote in 1978 entitled "Open Spaces" about my then 6 year old youngest daughter, which received First Prize that year in the Bexley Arts Council Adult Literary Competition. The prize was £100 - not much by today's standard but wasn't too bad then. The remaining poems I wrote in the early eighties. So hopefully I will be writing some new ones soon.<br /><br /><br />OPEN SPACES<br /><br />Walking over the wide-open spaces<br />my six year old daughter said<br />"I like holding your hand daddy,<br />it's all warm and squeezy"<br />and then<br />"I can always recognise people I know<br />by the anoraks they are wearing."<br /><br />The far breeze was in our faces<br />tugging at our sleeves<br />sweeping and ruffling the grass,<br />and I wondered why in one breath<br />she had linked my hand and other peoples' anoraks.<br /><br />Out there in the crying wind<br />which strained to join infinity unfurled,<br />the hard openness pressed through my heart -<br />the reality of those wide-open spaces<br />had not only dawned on me<br />but had squeezed my daughter's heart too,<br />the security of the anoraks and my hand<br />she had needed so much.<br /><br />One small and young body had found freedom<br />to exist, to run, to fly.<br />Flight of a bird fresh from its nest,<br />but ready to return and nestle the twigs of home.<br /><br />Far flung against the cotton galleons<br />I saw her, anorak silhouetted billowing in the breeze -<br />but soon, like a homing pidgeon she returned,<br />as though the world was too large<br />and should encircle her warm and squeezy like my hand.Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-45955390478824813752009-05-25T16:34:00.004+01:002009-06-10T15:23:52.579+01:00HOLIDAYCutlass of sea cleanly scythed the pink horizon<br />No wonder it bled into the blue.<br />Perhaps it carried the stain of children's hearts<br />Bleeding freely on their last holiday night.<br />Perhaps this warm blood entered hearts too young to know<br />that sand and sea and long, long days<br />were not the reality their lives were to become<br />nor ours to remember.<br /><br />The following morning it ended the red sea<br />The cold blue steely edge of sky<br />and cotton-brimming clouds<br />proclaimed a day so new<br />that all was forgotten of the pails of sun<br />that were emptied as castles of gold<br />onto historic sands.<br /><br />Grey heads still searched for deck-chairs<br />in the corner of the sun<br />Children still chased crabs with their echoing cries.<br />The future was silent when we said:<br />"Only a week but a lifetime<br />of restless waters and drowning days."Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-45001097785215901312009-05-25T16:16:00.002+01:002009-05-25T16:30:31.148+01:00THE BUTTERFLYAgainst the sky<br />You flickered like shadows across our minds<br />The pleasure of your uprising<br />heightened our lasting pleasure in you.<br />Light glinted on your wings<br />as you swept from star to star;<br />You played long and melodiously<br />in the symphony of the grasses.<br /><br />You found your way<br />by the light of the languishing boughs<br />Playing hide-and-seek through the sunbeams<br />and search-lights of the sun<br />Dodging the cannon-fire and shell-bursts<br />of seeds and burning leaves.<br /><br />You paused as we watched breathless<br />then flew to the next flower<br />and all the world sighed at your going.Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-40959962012703818962009-05-25T15:52:00.003+01:002009-05-25T16:33:32.280+01:00TO LIVE AGAINYou heard the lark above the waking corn<br />and felt on the ear the lulling drone of insects<br />passing across the air, born by the breeze<br />The sounds and loves that yesterday held enduring<br />and carried forward searching the wind into the night.<br /><br />You smelled the roses nodding on the fence<br />Holding forever their fragrance in the long summer days<br />And you have often sampled since<br />the same strange delight, passing swiftly<br />but savoured sadly while it lasted.<br /><br />You lay on the cool shadowed grass<br />Searching for four-leaved clover elusive as treasure<br />Long-lost in the common multitude of grasses<br />Like the dawn of creation when the earth<br />was guilded for no purpose but for God<br />Until a man walked through the green lush pasture<br />And saw for the first time the great design<br />of beauty underneath the shadows.<br /><br />The broad landscape is like heaven<br />Where the field's crazed network<br />sewed its celestial patchwork<br />Bluer at the edge and faded with the wear of years.<br /><br />You are like the fields - green as grass<br />Your life is the patchwork and the blue is eternity<br />The grass dies only to live again<br />Born by the season's sorrow.Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-18810483648614418392009-05-25T15:36:00.004+01:002009-05-25T15:51:02.971+01:00OLD SUBURBAN ROADHouses crouch and frown through the years<br />Hot wires radiate the telegraph may-pole<br />Red chimneys climb askance the sky's grey ladder<br />Pointing lonely, lost<br />The flurry of fingers, now smokeless<br />This funeral pyre a hundred snows long.<br /><br />Inscrutable windows penetrate my heart unblinking;<br />Iron-grey stare deep as midnight<br />Holding hostage with menace their puerile occupants<br />Who unknowing to the lull of television<br />Relinquish their lives to the shout of darkness.<br />Some who escape the gloom<br />Chivy their squares of green and with owner-occupier stare<br />Lay their lives feet-upward on the turf<br />And morning-paper grey<br />They once sipped coffee till their heart-attack.<br /><br />To walk a stream of concrete like this<br />Is to wade the town's sullen promise<br />As if my years clasped tight with packed rooves<br />Were not free to walk alone.Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-56682003556317956742009-04-10T12:51:00.003+01:002009-04-10T15:00:08.054+01:00Sarah & Milo's Visit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReO3NQTIcCPfHoB0pTn7u1kse5eiuqFPsX5lW2WXCvhOVKZ-04AWpw68Hpb-87ja7GK_lFw6yNuEKX23gafK0GPt0eYFrEphgPT_4alDgDKJ8ZsZddc_WQzToxMBG6zAG56mCBChi3Zw/s1600-h/DSCF1656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReO3NQTIcCPfHoB0pTn7u1kse5eiuqFPsX5lW2WXCvhOVKZ-04AWpw68Hpb-87ja7GK_lFw6yNuEKX23gafK0GPt0eYFrEphgPT_4alDgDKJ8ZsZddc_WQzToxMBG6zAG56mCBChi3Zw/s320/DSCF1656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323031794776484610" border="0" /></a><br />Sarah and Milo flew in from Seattle to visit us from March 4 to 31. It was a wonderful time for all and those near-on four weeks vanished as if on wings! Sarah loved meeting up again with her brother Jon, sister-in-law Caroline, nieces Maya and Violet, and Milo with his cousins. As to the grand-parents......well!! - It was so sad when they went home. Being there in actuality is so much better than viewing on Skype! We are having to get used to a Virtual World!Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-73241935613377205612009-04-10T12:45:00.003+01:002009-04-10T13:21:00.726+01:00Milo, Cathy & Sarah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqcf1bvKlHMdbN-HO7j_OvsNpHf1eyykF_TkYCWIqo7RXsgh1uxLvn3rPWHwvpuzoXhxgtebMSjBIRlXEXyviaTTkRA1Y6TxFszP_dJHgtTLLU_Rel503e8AGTiA0bvDg1_rChx7i3Ak/s1600-h/DSCF1676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqcf1bvKlHMdbN-HO7j_OvsNpHf1eyykF_TkYCWIqo7RXsgh1uxLvn3rPWHwvpuzoXhxgtebMSjBIRlXEXyviaTTkRA1Y6TxFszP_dJHgtTLLU_Rel503e8AGTiA0bvDg1_rChx7i3Ak/s320/DSCF1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323027584186406626" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-59711419300969436432009-04-10T12:43:00.006+01:002009-04-10T13:11:16.136+01:00The Three Cousins Learning to be Fellow Artists!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_ee9V-gLuweNTv4qE5VC13Mcl68wCAD0eemLBklAFglYlk0gVrrlsR_lDmr5neXaO8D4T9IKeUP33qMpyNkJahHrrhN5JcMPoc14rQM1DL2Q3RTuGEXj3XCnqgue91dP0UbEZ4J8vI0/s1600-h/DSCF1698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_ee9V-gLuweNTv4qE5VC13Mcl68wCAD0eemLBklAFglYlk0gVrrlsR_lDmr5neXaO8D4T9IKeUP33qMpyNkJahHrrhN5JcMPoc14rQM1DL2Q3RTuGEXj3XCnqgue91dP0UbEZ4J8vI0/s320/DSCF1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323027074777974818" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-28157643027450905752009-04-10T12:43:00.005+01:002009-04-10T13:09:35.822+01:00Milo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfvwCWVTBW7PAnQ6RfsMCvTz7aG_LetJ9mZuU0D5a76lxW5anLJ4sSwwUPqAA3yRGmaU4w_rLLvQQhNXm1hTOeVFyY7PY1xBB8ExfSYrDIsW4cU5QlVgrcntOJOaPzsvt53Vfs2JkCVk/s1600-h/DSCF1685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfvwCWVTBW7PAnQ6RfsMCvTz7aG_LetJ9mZuU0D5a76lxW5anLJ4sSwwUPqAA3yRGmaU4w_rLLvQQhNXm1hTOeVFyY7PY1xBB8ExfSYrDIsW4cU5QlVgrcntOJOaPzsvt53Vfs2JkCVk/s320/DSCF1685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323027274683505730" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-41005941578748522532009-04-10T12:41:00.003+01:002009-04-10T13:12:33.304+01:00Milo's Shoes were a Bad Fit!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpoCyfaf9LF_GD-h2BCZndITj4Pytlo0z3filddkbmLnbizvLaayrAlPUbGMyEeE2f8iBe56cKELpokCIaO0zFKonoLczdV_lIT0QKfUufnNWEApzMjdh9H0praLtF0pNsMNnhdwGBSo/s1600-h/DSCF1712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpoCyfaf9LF_GD-h2BCZndITj4Pytlo0z3filddkbmLnbizvLaayrAlPUbGMyEeE2f8iBe56cKELpokCIaO0zFKonoLczdV_lIT0QKfUufnNWEApzMjdh9H0praLtF0pNsMNnhdwGBSo/s320/DSCF1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026845108211010" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-9945266823884941372009-04-10T12:40:00.003+01:002009-04-10T13:12:54.072+01:00Violet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmBja1x0dvuhdPIVMhE71lMfvJCZHVICbO1sU9O3IxiYNB1h9HrG6q_3xU-OpcS3bntiBbUWU30rcq_6keeLfik2puf_M4URvARitqiYzKNJEb7e8deX7dUbTqhXj5HZzeUeZOmuJG8k/s1600-h/DSCF1705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmBja1x0dvuhdPIVMhE71lMfvJCZHVICbO1sU9O3IxiYNB1h9HrG6q_3xU-OpcS3bntiBbUWU30rcq_6keeLfik2puf_M4URvARitqiYzKNJEb7e8deX7dUbTqhXj5HZzeUeZOmuJG8k/s320/DSCF1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026350051909234" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-1645611318870708562009-04-10T12:30:00.002+01:002009-04-10T13:13:19.978+01:00Maya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2VRDemPeK7iCBQG745OTI2XnsZ0Brhh2-N_qxXmnlkR1L_t8dvXimwZP5DL68x-GzZfPrcAeEafLA1kALv2kEi9xvEpiXYC00zILK63VbYCYW-IlcN7nsq3b6oQNgcTYkb0VakHkqF8/s1600-h/DSCF1703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2VRDemPeK7iCBQG745OTI2XnsZ0Brhh2-N_qxXmnlkR1L_t8dvXimwZP5DL68x-GzZfPrcAeEafLA1kALv2kEi9xvEpiXYC00zILK63VbYCYW-IlcN7nsq3b6oQNgcTYkb0VakHkqF8/s320/DSCF1703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323025899869059042" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-92219294280360215762009-04-10T12:29:00.003+01:002009-04-10T13:22:10.161+01:00Daffodil 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwnIplphj-hX9FlthWfb-yJQRsj2LltuuV2obqczFmpVEgpcQv6sLTuaE0vemvkeplXtMtWTx9H3G7eOz_9j4oYguDHjQUrwgTMK5t0o4uCEt3LymNmR-LnLgEJFwVSepJPkqOsIgUNc/s1600-h/DSCF1753.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwnIplphj-hX9FlthWfb-yJQRsj2LltuuV2obqczFmpVEgpcQv6sLTuaE0vemvkeplXtMtWTx9H3G7eOz_9j4oYguDHjQUrwgTMK5t0o4uCEt3LymNmR-LnLgEJFwVSepJPkqOsIgUNc/s320/DSCF1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323023490766466130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-29380801180055476172009-04-10T12:27:00.003+01:002009-04-10T13:22:36.448+01:00Daffodil 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-7I7R7wA1lQvDpmd1-0oj8H2QS2j4cEBnp9PYuJ_1xdjfiUl5blOfoD5HSn9ICWM88wuyzwhoIe9f1HxLrULaK9Zfqmk5BYtI7ToolcaVsHA-TI1aH3Bd-PWxUs6PcloESHpesgHM1M/s1600-h/DSCF1757.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-7I7R7wA1lQvDpmd1-0oj8H2QS2j4cEBnp9PYuJ_1xdjfiUl5blOfoD5HSn9ICWM88wuyzwhoIe9f1HxLrULaK9Zfqmk5BYtI7ToolcaVsHA-TI1aH3Bd-PWxUs6PcloESHpesgHM1M/s320/DSCF1757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323023245629167186" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-37518105556685093572009-04-10T12:24:00.002+01:002009-04-10T12:48:47.181+01:00Jon Purday & family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkRhiMDf2OOGoKSGL17ZVt6m0vdrVGWcVOuB9lmbinyGb07-5eW04Sm352DhuG_knvhtvMrFndLrm5FCJLyTTMbUrpvfOiGgbXg-bjcaQECtAqq5IKPlsS2GlUFbQogLbm84Wd35E4S4/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkRhiMDf2OOGoKSGL17ZVt6m0vdrVGWcVOuB9lmbinyGb07-5eW04Sm352DhuG_knvhtvMrFndLrm5FCJLyTTMbUrpvfOiGgbXg-bjcaQECtAqq5IKPlsS2GlUFbQogLbm84Wd35E4S4/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323022573984921410" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-68902598549303889002009-04-09T20:29:00.005+01:002009-04-10T12:24:32.846+01:00There's No Business Like Snow Business<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7BGNmg-ozEat-Ur62yAOHGKuMbSsvN_3RHj84O7TA4P5Hr0nHT9fXLS2RbX45fb_8sWJe6FX5cloSMaf8CmDpvB455JDpuXS3OqRAVooZgHWRnWuDdoJCZgpf-jchyphenhyphenXDpuoV-nl5uK4/s1600-h/P1020215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7BGNmg-ozEat-Ur62yAOHGKuMbSsvN_3RHj84O7TA4P5Hr0nHT9fXLS2RbX45fb_8sWJe6FX5cloSMaf8CmDpvB455JDpuXS3OqRAVooZgHWRnWuDdoJCZgpf-jchyphenhyphenXDpuoV-nl5uK4/s320/P1020215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322778339980764882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Our other car buried by the February snow. It's a Fiat Panda under there!<br /></span>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-79417706003788023082009-01-04T17:19:00.005+00:002009-01-04T17:27:49.342+00:00Change of Car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9LCqtmh30AM6oqihgDTcpRZXumjeW_pt1J4v9FBVoZYKQ-cqapsjzZDlzhfNagEYGtkIcid8YJqlHa_q9PXLyuO3lQ7KRbB1H-KCJ8-8i6POy8xwHAYxSre7ZSZT8_cRd3kSUQOQkIQ/s1600-h/P1020186.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9LCqtmh30AM6oqihgDTcpRZXumjeW_pt1J4v9FBVoZYKQ-cqapsjzZDlzhfNagEYGtkIcid8YJqlHa_q9PXLyuO3lQ7KRbB1H-KCJ8-8i6POy8xwHAYxSre7ZSZT8_cRd3kSUQOQkIQ/s320/P1020186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287489524405766610" border="0" /></a>I've always wanted a Jaguar. So I traded in my larger car for an X Type Estate. I always wanted a diesel so it's a diesel. 48 mpg and loads of torque!<br />More torque than my favourite 3.8 Jag that I painted further down my blog. Also, it's British Racing Green which is very nostalgic. Boys must have their toys! It's only the base model though.Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837928558573020063.post-16239555207437869412009-01-04T17:18:00.002+00:002009-01-04T17:18:58.396+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gfCtq7nxJTDxlst4zADXngZ7EOZenPz0JTWPHOe00Y9iAewpo_EwLWT9mMGizcL1ra0xyH1doJD9AdY7-711sMOVRg_vhPg7Enik21qUfQBcTY01ou5-3AJ5MzaMYH_-3kjYHjnCf2c/s1600-h/P1020189.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gfCtq7nxJTDxlst4zADXngZ7EOZenPz0JTWPHOe00Y9iAewpo_EwLWT9mMGizcL1ra0xyH1doJD9AdY7-711sMOVRg_vhPg7Enik21qUfQBcTY01ou5-3AJ5MzaMYH_-3kjYHjnCf2c/s320/P1020189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287489229584263986" border="0" /></a>Paul Purdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05709530692014353649noreply@blogger.com0