As I was scoffing brekkie
Fudge was sitting on the top of the sofa watching the world go by.
The phone rang and made him jump. So much so that he fell off the
sofa. I did laugh. I didn't laugh at the phone call. We get so many
calls from 0843 numbers that, on answering, don't respond and then
hang up. I wish they didn't call.
The most recent fruit of
my loin arrived (with Sid), and we took both dogs for a walk.
Fudge’s behaviour is improving. He’s still a pain at times, but
he’s far better than he ever was. We came home, and soon the
in-laws were with us. It was my father-in-law’s birthday today, and
we went out for lunch. Whilst geocaching the other week we’d walked
past the Five Bells in Brabourne. It had looked good, so we went
there.
They had a locally made
stout on the hand pump, and an all-day breakfast. Very nice. And then
home for coffee and to proof-read a three thousand word essay on
renaissance artists. Not that I know much on the subject, but that
didn't stop me proof-reading it.
A quick squabble on
Facebook, and then out. First of all to Lisa's house to collect an
artificial duck for reasons which will become clear in a future blog
entry. Then on to Tesco to get supplies for the work's Christmas
buffet. Whist in Tesco's I saw Mr Creosote (of "Monty
Python" fame) - this chap really did have the look and build
of Mr Creosote. Poor chap. When I came out I found that a tractor
was parked next to my car. What was that all about?
And then on to the abode
of "the man with no alias (patent pending)" for an
astro club committee meeting. Plans for the Christmas meeting, plans
for Stargazing Live, plans for the future. Good times... just a shame
that the complete cloud cover prevented me from seeing tonight's
meteor shower...
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