During last night's night
shift I had a tea break in the early hours and I checked out what I
had been missing on social media. There had been seriously heavy rain
overnight, and Facebook was alive with comments grumbling about
"typical British weather". Oh my piss boiled.
Thursday had been a glorious day. Last weekend had been wonderful.
There have been so many good days over the last few weeks, but it
only takes a speck of rain to make everyone forget the good weather.
I also saw I'd missed
something. Amazingly I didn't realise it was the Canterbury Beer
Festival yesterday and today. In years gone by this has been a major
event in my annual calendar; this year the thing completely slipped
my mind.
I also checked out the
news a little later in the night. Apparently the United Nations have
decreed that the smacking of children in the home
must be banned. It transpires that smacking an unruly child
contravenes its human rights.
Both fruits of my loins
had good hidings when I felt it was appropriate. In one case it
worked; in the other it was water off a duck's back. But I will say
that it's been my experience that there are two types of people who
advocate against corporal punishment for children; those with no
children of their own, and those with the most ill-behaved brats.
Bearing in mind the
difficulties of getting across the county at the moment I came home
from work via Folkestone where I collected "Daddies Little
Angel TM" and her entourage. We came home
and after a couple of hours kip i woke to find teh family all hard at
work preparing for the afternoon's party. The weather turned out to
be far better than expected; the home brew wasn't too shabby at all,
"My Boy TM" did a wonderful job
on the barby and I had an excellent time with probably about forty
friends and family.
It all got rather vague
towards the end.... And I forgot to take any photos.
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