We were woken this
morning by the sound of "Daddies Little Angel TM"
coming to visit. Complete with "Cat Scratch Fever".
and Sid. A quick bit of brekkie and we left her supervising Fudge
whilst we set off to see my mummy. After all it was her birthday
today. On the way we stopped off a few times to pick up some
geocaches that we were passing. It would have been rude not to have
done so.
We eventually got to
Mum's house a couple of hours later than originally planned, and
after exchanging insults for an hour or so we came home as the
darkness was setting in. Home via Tesco which was surprisingly busy.
We got home to find
"Daddies Little Angel TM" still in
residence, accompanied by the Rear Admiral. Fudge was looking very
sheepish and was apparently in disgrace; having eaten his nanny's
slippers whilst we'd been out. Normally he knows what he can and
cannot eat, but today he would seem to have had an aberration. Bless
him.
However Sid must bear
some of the blame for having (apparently) egged him on.
And then on to astro
club. Attendance was down. Very much so - I counted thirty five
people tonight, and can't remember the last time we had less than
sixty along. Mind you a combination of terrible weather and being
Christmas week probably put a lot of people off of going. But we had
an excellent meeting - tributes to Sir Patrick Moore, a demonstration
of new planetarium software, a Chrimbo poem, a party feast.
Another great meeting...
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