The inside of my lower
jaw was still tender this morning. I suppose in the fullness of time
it will all be for the best, but for now it's all rather sore.
Over brekkie I had an
email. Yesterday evening I spent a couple of hours solving
geo-puzzles. One particular one had me foxed for some time. In the
end I sent a message to the person who'd set the puzzle. I showed her
the answers I'd come up with and also my sums and asked to be shown
the error of my ways. She replied to tell me that I couldn't add
twenty five to twelve without getting thirty six. Woops. (Did you
know I have a degree in mathematics?)
I then wasted a bit of
time failing to solve more geo puzzles before putting the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and going for our
morning constitutional. We went round to Newtown where we met up with
"Daddies Little Angel TM" and
"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
and carried on walking up to McDonalds for McBrekkie. We had this
idea that "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and I would have a sausage & egg McMuffin McBrekkie whilst
"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
might like McPorridge. He turned his nose up at McPorridge, and
when I asked if he liked it he clearly said "no!"
Mind you he seemed to
enjoy my hash brown.
From McDonalds we went on
a little voyage of exploration discovering a new footbridge across
the Ashford-Folkestone train line. This (eventually) brought
us out near Argos where the most recent fruit of my loin bought one
or two necessities. And a venetian blind, a bedside lamp and a
rather large dustbin. It was only at this point that we considered
the logistics of getting them home.
After a little thought we
loaded up the push chair and I carried the dustbin. We came home via
Boys Hall; it wasn't that far really. On the way home we met some
*really* stupid woman who got on her knees and pulled stupid
faces at my dog whilst making strange noises at him. And then she got
rather upset when he started barking at her. She took quite serious
offence when I explained that she had frightened him. Apparently she
acts like this to every dog she meets and they all love it.
All I could say was she
scared the hell out of me; let alone the dog.
We came home; I got
changed, settled my dog, and I drove round to Steve's. Before long
Jimbo and Denver had joined us. We drove round to The Gorge for a
spot of lunch; then on to Down House where the astro club was putting
on a show on behalf of English Heritage.
We started with a
practical astronomy session; I was showing just how good binoculars
are by pointing out features on the Moon, the Pleiades and the Great
Nebula in Orion. And once everyone was frozen solid we finished off
with a planetarium show.
Down House was the home
of Charles Darwin; the room in which we gave the planetarium show was
used as a bedroom by his widow (after Charles had died). A
little bit of history there...
Not a bad day's holiday
really... if only Denver hadn't farted on the way home...
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