Last night a couple of friends drove up from Oregan. It was so good to see them again and I was absolutely bowled over when Chuck said that he reads this humble blog! He quoted me seveval things I have writen, like the suggestions that we call Davy's memorial garden "The Fuckwit Garden" because that was a particularly favourite swearword of Davy's. I should add that this was not my suggestion, I was only reporting an idea, but I must be more careful what I write. But there again, nah! I am what I am!!
Today we will spend with Chuck and Sue, culminating at the Indian Casino for a meal and a little "investment" opportunity. I hope I don't lose my shirt! But hey, they are doing well back at the office so I'm sure they wouldn't deny me my guilty pleasures. Would they?
I was due to fly British Airways on Tuesday (the day the strike starts) but I have managed to pull it forward for a day so I will go home for two sleeps before going on to my next destination. Which is, where? Where exotic birds fly.
TREE BENCH FINISHED AND LOVINGLY WRAPPED ROUND THE OLD CEDAR TREE - Today is Wednesday, our usual gardening day at The Rectory, but it is rather an unusual day. A few months ago whilst supping our coffee on an old scaffold...
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