Well, Doh!

Is it me again or do some people seem to get money and do research that really serves no useful purpose at all? I speak...with apologies to Sandi Toksvig for stealing her lines......of those who work for the University of the Bleedin obvious.

For example, if you feed an elephant 4000 times the safe human dose of LSD , guess what? It dies!! And another that is worthy of the No shit Sherlock gazette.....People over 60 are far more likely to suffer exhaustion when climbing mountains than those who are younger.

Never!

Just trying something out.

The California fires

Terrible they indeed are and my thoughts go out to these people who have had their homes and posessions destroyed. However......is it just me or is there a marked difference in the response from the Bushbabies administration compared to the response (or lack of) to the New Orleans floods? Am I just imagining that it could be because New Orleans was full of poor black people and California?...well, say no more.

Wide mouthed woman

We went to the Harvester for a meal, not expecting complete silence you understand but at least some "normal" general chat.What hit me the moment we walked in was some female voice loud and whiny and way over everyone elses.I couldnt believe what I was hearing.Everyone was attempting to have conversations but this damn womans voice drowned everything. Imagine if you will, chalk scraping on a blackboard at 60 decibels.If I think of more analogies Ill print them.

Strangely, the people she was with did nothing to shut her up. The people on the next table had suffered it all through their meal.Ours was just beginning.

I had just grasped a serrated steak knife and was rising from my chair with the intention of cutting her throat, yes , I do mean it, when she left, with her entourage.

A stunned silence (almost) descended over the restaurant and I was saved from a life sentence for murder.

I may have got manslughter under the circumstances.

Yorkshire...ee bye gum!

Well its been a while and I have devoted far more time to Facebook than to my trusty blog. A little update then.

My trusty cousin (sounds a bit like a horse doesnt she? now you come to mention it.........!)

and I went skipping off to Yorkshire recently to view the delights of the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.When BJ as she is known hereabouts booked the farm on which we were to spend our two nights, I dont think either of us realised just what a haul it would be to get there.

It wasnt helped by the fact that the car of choice, the rover, had a problem with the water tank, fan and thermostat ,meaning that we had to stop and top her up every 30 miles.

Not only that but we also had to play mechanics and disconnect the fan at one point which mucked up the engine management system by....well, you surely arent interested in that.But we were proud of ourselves in that we asked for , nor accepted any help.

Farm was in a great location, 360 degree view from the top of a hill and a 10minute walk from a very decent steak house.

The park itself was a wonder.All free .You could make a donation if you wished .

We did. We also sneaked some pics in the underground gallery which you werent supposed to do because they wanted you to buy postcards , which we also did.

Check out the pics.Andy Goldsworthy was the artist who most inspired and Elizabeth Frinks naked men...scary scary SCARY!!

Had a great time.On the second evening, in the middle of the night, the resident cat jumped through our bedroom window straight onto my bed.

Two floors up!

How the hell did it manage that?!

Returned home safely.Next trip is to see Punchdrunk performing the Masque of the Red Death at Battersea arts centre.

Watch this space.

Cyprus ...the finale.....of testosterone, Aphrodite and ice cream vans.

The last bit, I promise.

The swimming pool was really like a hot bath and I do mean hot.As you swam around you kept thinking" Phew, better get out of here before I cook" only to find yourself becoming dry roasted as you emerged from the water.

Best to get in the pool early morning or late afternoon.Not only to beat the sun but to avoid those youths who were christened the Teststerone Three.

They were only about 14-16 and didnt even dwell in the hotel or I might have been able to have a word (maybe). They arrived armed with two lilos , a ball and enough male laddishness to rival , well, any male lad you could think of.

As one was elegantly (?) swimming to and fro these little gits kept flinging in the lilos and jumping on them with assorted whoops and yells.Now, I dont mind the lilos or the yells but they never paid any heed to others in the pool, something which brought them very close, and I do mean close , to being up ended by my version of a great white shark.

Then I realised why. They were showing their male prowess to several girls at the other end of the pool.I felt a measure of sympathy then because the girls clearly regarded them as complete twats , were way to old for them and busy showing off themselves to some older boys at the other end of the pool.

Ahh, sweet bird of youth....bang....there...dead in the water!

Aphrodites birthplace was beauiful and even tempted me to leave the confines of the air conditioned car for a micro second to snap a pic and return. Legend has it that if you swim around the rock, clockwise , 20 times at mid night, you look 20 years younger.

Im still waiting.

My own testosterone two wanted to have a go on a jet ski which they did.(See the pic)

I was very tempted but chickened out, deciding that I didnt have the upper body strength necessary to climb back on the thing after I had inevitably fallen off. A vision that no innocent soul should have to witness.

The trip up the Troodos mountains was good but after slaving away and roasting even with the aircon to reach the summit what did we find?

A radar establishment, cctv cameras and.......Mr Whippy!

Yes, right at the top was an ice cream van gratefully received.

I think it was Peter Kay.

Cyprus was lovely.

Check out some of the wildlife .

Cyprus part two...of lost loukamades and dancing greeks

It was to be a special meal, greek night at the Oasis.Pepe had pre ordered loukamades from the mad dancing greek who had assured him that they would be there, ready for him. Andreas and the Patsy were joining us and all would be great fun.

Not.

It was mind numbingly hot , even at 9pm and things did not get off to a good start when Patsy was forced to wait, very reluctantly, for Neo coolboy who is always last to get ready.

Then , when the restaurant was invaded, the mad greek had a look of horror on his face because he clearly had completely forgotten the aforementioned louks in his excitement at leaping over flaming grappa probably.

Bad to worse.

Patsy finished her meal in a microsecond, I did not receive half of mine and still the carnivores of our party were awaiting half a lamb each closely followed by a whole emu.

Too much for the Patsy, she left.

I tried to leave but Pepe got very shirty about it and so I stayed to keep the peace.

Mistake.

Sat there for an hour, in the heat, no drink, whilst Pepe , not so patiently, waited for the missing loukamades.

Excuses ranged from, "Ive sent the wife out to get them" to the final "you know what, they BURNED the loukamades" To which I mouthed the reply "b******s"

All tempers were frayed and to cap it all, the bill then took another hour to arrive whilst the mad greek roasted his nether regions by leaping over flaming circles of grappa on the floor of the restaurant whilst balancing glasses on his head.

Altogether, a crap night.

More pleasant tales to follow.

More views of Sunny Cyprus

THE PATSY IN PROFILE

PEPE LE SHREW BETWEEN FEEDS

NORIEGA CHILLIN

SNOB BOY AS THE THINKER

NEO COOLBOY

SNOB BOY AND NORIEGA IN THE EXEC BEDROOM

Back from sunnier climes!

Its been a while and I thought I would add to my trusty blog. Returned from Aphrodites Isle about a week ago and immediately got overwhelmed by the dirty washing ....here I am now.

Cyprus was a brilliant holiday, en famille, which has its ups and downs.Stayed in a great place, Coral beach resort near Paphos.A tad expensive but good accommodation. See the pic, view from our third floor room over the pool, sea and harbour.

Arrived to a heatwave.Yes, I know.Cyprus , August what would you expect? Well, NOT temperatures in the mid 40s and a humidity of 80-90% thats for sure! Anyway, much swimming, lazing in the shade, eating , reading and drinking. It was a tough job but someone had to do it.

More famille in the shape of Andreas, aka "Snob boy" and the Patsy arrived during our first week. I must state here, for anyone to read that the following account of parts of their stay are written with much affection as we thoroughly enjoyed their company.That being said......

Snob boy is so called because he doesnt like to mix with the riff raff or "poor people" and so he and the Patsy had booked themselves into the executive area of the hotel.Separate entrance, sofas, a patio and private (well, away from the chaves) dining if they wished.

THE EXEC AREA

The only trouble was that they were on the ground floor so they didnt have the view that us tramps had and were forced to look at lazing, shiny, frying bodies on the grass immediately in front of their patio. This , coupled with the fact that the Patsy, who is much more in touch with her working class roots, would not allow him to use the private dining area, meant that snob boy was forced to dine with the rest of the rabble.

Now dining was a trauma for another of the party, one Pepe le Shrew.If Pepe didnt eat something every 15minutes he went into a blue funk threatening to " Find his own restaurant" and such like. After this initial sticky couple of hours we purchased some snacks for Pepe so that the room permanently resembled the Co Op and smelled like the cheese section in Sainsburies.Not to worry, it kept Pepe happy.

More pics of the hotel and its guests to follow.More of the Cyprus saga to be written after the weekend. Watch this space.

Off to sunnier climes

Bye guys, off to sunny Cyprus at 6am tomorrow.See you in a fortnight!

In defence of Cadburys

As you may be aware, Cadburys, the manufacturer of positively my favourite chocolate in the whole world, are being taken for a considerable sum of money because of the Salmonella scare in one of their products. Now, I dont know all the details, I will read up AFTER I have written this, (as is my way) but I write to defend the one comment I have heard.
Some poor feckless employee has had the affrontary to say that " a little bit of Salmonella was not considered to pose a risk to the general public."
This has caused an outcry.
Why? I say.
Again , WHY?
Any microbiologist worth their sort knows that in order to have an outbreak of food poisoning, a certain bacteriological burden is required in the contaminated material. This does not amount to 1 or 10 or 100 or even a 1000 organisms but many many more.Even for old, infirm and infants.
Salmonella is indeed an indication of faecal pollution and certainly should not be there but Im hoping that Cadburys would have gone on to identify the source of the contamination and deal with it.
In this day of vastly improved isolation and detection techniques, I suspect, only suspect you understand, that Cadburys would be able to detect far fewer organisms than were necessary to cause a serious panic.
So, give the guys a break, preferably with a bar of the divine cadburys dairy milk.
I may have to eat my words when Ive read up on the case ....if only it were cadburys.

St Tropez or Chavvy orange

Heather and I are going to get a spray tan on Friday afternoon...schools out yippee!

Im off to Cyprus for two weeks next Monday and I couldnt be bothered to cream myself all over with holiday skin ...too much flesh, Id need about a dozen bottles.

THIS IS ME...HONEST! (fingers crossed)

My friend Sheila , aka Mrs Bling, gets her tan from a salon when she goes to functions requiring her to bare her shoulders (?!) so I thought I would give it a whirl so that my pasty white flesh doesnt look quite so pasty in a swimsuit. When I booked it over the phone, it raised not a titter when I told the woman I didnt want to end up looking like an orange. Just stony silence.

I had to tell her that I was teasing her , to which she replied "Oh, I see."

Not a very good start.She'll probably have a bottle of dark mahogany tan ready and waiting when we get there.

Strange co -incidence or....?

I would really like someone to work out and let me know the probability of this. You know when you keep seeing the same person, at totally different times of the day or night? Or do you know?! Theres this guy who the boys and I have nick named " The walking man"He always seems to be walking along local roads whenever we are out either driving or walking ourselves.

HANG ON...I THINK I RECOGNISE THIS GUY!



Now, the times and days vary because I definitely am not a creature of habit.He obviously lives locally and possibly works locally but what are the chances of this sighting of him being so frequent? I go from one weeks end to the next without catching sight of a neighbour or friend yet this man, keeps cropping up.He even walked by the other day whilst I was talking to Terry the twitcher and we both said "sorry" for being in each others way. So now weve made contact.Chris saw him drinking at the SU bar in Brunel when he was there, somewhere Chris rarely goes. Hes either a guardian angel or a stalker...or maybe just an ordinary guy who likes to walk.Chris thinks his job is testing trainers.He could even be right.

Down my road

Not- so- evil Bob is at it again. This time he has submitted full plans and wants planning permission to actually BUILD a bungalow. Well, nothing has changed except that my road is one in an area of recently designated " special local character".I guess that makes us one step down from a triple s i. Anyway, it means that not so evil Bobs proposed development doesnt really fit in with the big scheme. Not only that...theres no damn room for it! No one would mind if he was building it for himself or his mum or daughter but we all know that he will sell it immediately to make a profit.

A SLIGHT EXAGGERATION..BUT YOU GET THE PICTURE



Now, whilst I have no objection to making a profit...Im as capitalist as the next person...I really dont want my quality of life threatened by this carport/crossover/stopping light/construction site which will be right next door.



Terry the curtain twitcher got some signatures anyway and now it will have to go to panel.
Even Derek the brick signed although he did his usual Jobs comforter bit with "he'll get it anyway".Yes, well if we all took that attitude ,Hitler probably would have won the War!

Of moscows mules , Tennyson Down and the Great wall of China

YARMOUTH IOW

A VERY OLD VIEW OF ORCHARD STORES

aka Arkwrights to us.

Its been a while since I blogged, apologies to my hundreds of readers, millions of publishers and positively billions of film producers falling over themselves and drooling with anticipation at the film that could be made of this blog........uh? where am I ?? .......sorry ...in my dreams...



Anyway, time for an update. As my loyal follower(s) and friend(s) know, the Isle of Wight, that lovely little piece of England where time stood still for 30 years before it caught up again, is visited on a yearly basis by yours truly and the gang ..aka the 2x4's (dont ask).

FIELD HOUSE IOW

This year is no exception and Mucky, Legs, BJ and Stubb wended (?) their way to the ferry at Lymington last Saturday lunchtime. Alisson and Jim, our long suffering hosts, were pre warned of our imminent arrival. In fact they agreed to us staying for another 4 days in spite of the fact that they knew exactly what to expect.Well, not EXACTLY because our gang thrives on doing at least one more ridiculous thing every year. Nevertheless, we had not been shunned by these generous folk , although we would not have been surprised to find a note on the door saying they had moved to unknown climes.



A wonderful ferry crossing, brilliant blue skies , no rain or Tsunamis and a great walk to Freshwater to our wonderfully luxurious and welcoming home for 4 days which also must have the most comfortable beds in the world.Im sure the mattress is filled with the down , hand plucked from the backs of extinct dodos or some such creature. This is essential as BJ and I share a bed (we've been together long enough so its allowed) and we are two magnificent specimens of womanhood with a combined tonnage of around 100 .Having a bed that doesnt even move when one gets out is superb.

FRESHWATER BAY

Check out the link to Field House, Pound Green, IOW, in my "chains"
Wondrous food with Jim as a most solicitous host and Alisson being very indulgent with us and we were set for the four days. We had a quiz, raced butterflies and laughed loads, I DO mean loads.

Tennyson down was as beautiful as ever and we managed to squeeze in a cream tea. We got caught in a 10minute downpour on Afton Down, the abiding memory of which will be Mucky attempting to get Legs into her see through plastic poncho that was really nothing more than a very large polythene bag whilst the wind flapped it everywhere and BJ watched in the shelter of the tea shop thinking "oh there they are, poor loves" Yes, thats ALL she did! Not rush out to rescue us or anything . I know it would have been futile but...thats not the point!

We met up with another resident of Alisson and Jims, a very jolly lady called Jean.Well, she was jolly by the time we left.I think the poor woman had been seeking some peace but she made the mistake of booking the same time us us which then made peace unattainable.

She did say she enjoyed it and that laughter was the best medicine,.I still cant help feeling she may have been a tad overwhelmed!
Food at the Vine , the local pub , was the order of most evenings. One evening was spent at the Fatima tandoori where the waiter steadfastly refused to acknowledge that he remembered us.Im sorry, but I just cant believe that we havent made such an impression over the five years that he didnt at least want a one way ticket back to Pakistan! Anyway, the food was great.

The greatest evening was indeed spent in the Vine at the Monday night quiz.Our illustrious hosts and , by this time, totally overwhelmed Jean, came with us and it made the evening all the more special. We ate there again , with great food except that Jean had to eat a beef madras, thinly disguised as a chicken balti.I dont think her stomach will ever be the same!

We thought thatAlisson was fraternising with the enemy at one point but it turns out that she knew some people down there. Jim kept his own council.We did OK except for one or two dodgy answers that we really wanted to dispute like the Great wall of China being 160 km long ...well give or take a few thousand Jim said! This and the 10 correct answers given by some cheating residents (they were using their mobile to access the internet.) to an impossible snowball when clearly they were in the shallow end of the gene pool (not my comment but from one of our group who shall remain nameless) made Jim cross and he turned from quiet scotsman into BRAVEHEART!

We will get them next year, never fear Jim!
Im running out of steam and superlatives but thanks guy(s) and gals, it was quite an adventure yet again. It gets better every year. Watch out for the pics.Ill post them when I can. Hasta la vista IOW.

BALLYBUNTAL...dohh! Why didnt I know that?!

Sunday afternoon...and I should be doing something else!

This is so addictive! Ive just spent an hour answering emails and going onto my facebook account and commenting on others. I really should be doing something else like ironing or cleaning. Yawwwnn! Anyway, a little update.
A really sadistic device, an electronic fly killer was purchased the other day.I wasnt impressed and I said so.However, Ive just spent another 10minutes using the damn thing.
Now the house is filled with the aroma of frying invertebrates, along with roast lamb.
I need forgiveness again I think.

Away for the weekend

Helen and I found a flyer at Pilates advertising a "Folk and Ale " weekend down near Waterlooville in Hampshire.

Oh yes, what fun, lets go and ...camp!

CLOUDS ON THE WAY DOWN

So , campsite booked at the princely sum of £6, we prepared to go.

Then, flash flood warnings, dire weather conditions and an executive decision was made to go bed and breakfast, thank God!

OUR ROOM

Helen drove down (my car is being mended from a crash but Ill write about that in another post).

We arrived at around 10pm and , all I can say is that the "village hall" appeared to be a nissan hut with approximately two and a half people in it.No, I lie, three people.

Convulsed with hysterical laughter would not be an exaggeration.We were unable to leave the car for fear of wetting our knickers but eventually we ventured forth.

Janet and I had been in touch by email and she made us very welcome. As we stepped into the throng of revellers we were bowled over by the exciting buzzing atmosphere and ambience...no, thats not right, oh yes, there was no atmosphere or throng of revellers, simply very very aged villagers (think duelling banjos here) listening intently to unaccompanied , finger in the ear folk singing of the " when we went down the mine and got blown up and everyone died and the ship sank at sea and Jenny lost her maidenhead"...etc etc.

A RIVER IN THE GROUNDS


Occasionally someone played a guitar and we heard snippets of Ewan Mcoll type folk music which was great but mostly it was damn depressing and mind numbingly boring.However, how could we leave with Janet being so nice?

We also met up with Arthur who also welcomed us but had a rather bizarre way of sidling over unexpectedly and revealing snippets of totally inappropriate gossip throughout the evening such as " see that one over there? Last time I saw her she was a man" and stuff like that.
Unfortunately for him, he revealed this shocking information to Helen who really was no fun and nodded wisely saying" yes, its very difficult for people"

That wasnt what Arthur wanted.I knew that.If only he had made his revelation to me I would have responded in a much more tabloid way with " Oh my God! You cannot be serious! How can you BEAR to be in the same room as him? etc etc" But no, he stuck to Helen , revealing more and more which simply drove her deeper and deeper into understanding social worker/liberal bleeding heart mode.The advantage of this was of course that he soon gave up all attempts to shock and sidled off to boil a baby.


We stayed as long as was polite and then got off to the hotel.At least the beer was good.

The room was somewhat like a chalet.Look at the pics.All ok except we had no hot water for the whole two days. We did get a discount.Watched a bit of Glastonbury , had some wine then hit the sack.
Next day, Helen and I practised a Steel eye span song, the Drunkard. This was with a view to singing it at the evenings revelries.Yes, we were going back.

SOME OF THE GARDEN

I was really impressed with Helen.She had never heard the song before but managed to learn all the words and the tune.

We went back, suffered more finger in the ear stuff and chorus songs.One of them sounded like it was praising paedophiles but it may have just been the way we interpreted it!

And some old biddy told some god awful story , using props like soap and jif and Mr Sheen to make it funny which it wasnt.I tried so hard to look interested but Helen said I didnt succeed.

We sang our song, the highlight of the evening, and it went down well.Then Helen one two raffle prizes, one which was a joint of meat and as her and her whole family are vegetarian , she told them what to do with it ...no...not really....told them to give it to someone else.

The weekend was really a great laugh and I thoroughly enjoyed it, but not for the folk singing.I think Helen did too.Cant wait for next year.

We wont be going, unless its to see if Arthur has had a sex change.

Hero with feet of clay

I think I must have been an ostrich at some point in the late sixties , early seventies.

My all time favourite group has to be Cream.Remember? Ginger Baker, Jack Bruce and the legendary best guitarist ever (possibly closely followed by George Harrison) Eric Clapton.

I still love their music.Rock n Roll at its best.And I still love Claptons guitar.

But... I was listening to some rock history prog on the radio whilst driving and they were talking about the origins of the rock against racism movement.Apparently, it was started as a backlash to the comments made by my dear Eric at one of his gigs effectively saying that Enoch Powell was right and making very racist comments all through the concert.The papers reviled him the next day and various musicians wrote him and open letter saying, Hey Eric.Where would you and your music be without black soul , R and B and Blues?

Where indeed Eric?

I was shaken to discover that this hero of mine, who is still of course a tremendous musician, should hold views that are so opposed to my own.

Mind you, that was 40 years ago.

Maybe hes changed.

Feet of clay.

Why am I surprised?

Lest we forget that we were young once

I have a collection of well over 300 vinyl records and was excited to have delivered yesterday, an Ion turntable with USB connector so that I can put all my vinyls onto CD.

I , of course, got involved in listening to and reminiscing over old records.

I came across the collection of Bob Dylans , someone whose voice I never reckoned.I always thought that anyone else sang Dylan songs better than Dylan but he is a mean writer of lyrics.

Couldnt resist printing some lyrics , written in the sixties but still as relevant today.

Come gather round people wherever you roam

And admit that the waters around you have grown

And accept it that soon youll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you is worth saving

Youd better start swimming or youll sink like a stone

For the times they are a changin.

Come senators and congressmen please heed the call

Dont stand in the doorway dont block up the hall

For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled

The battle outside is raging

Itll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls

For the times they are a changin

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land

Dont criticise what you cant understand

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly fading

Just get out of the new one if you cant lend a hand

For the times they are a changin

We all need reminding .Thankyou Bob.

Is it just me or.........?

Outraged yet again today.
A man who had been charged with molesting boys in his choir/orchestra received a sentence of 4years today.
The judge said the sentence was light because , since committing the offences he(the man not the judge) had married and had children of his own. He was also safe to work with children, the judge said.
Oh, thats all right then.
!!!!!!!!

Extraordinary rendition, aka, human rights violations

I know Im feeling better because things are beginning to outrage me again.Like mans inhumanity to man and stuff like that. I need to make it plain right now that this piece is not an attack on America or its people , just its current administration in the shape of Dubya junior with whom our lord and master , Tony, had such a good relationship.

I must be very slow to catch on because Ive only been made aware of this "Extraordinary Rendition " thing by the program on TV.

Outraged doesnt begin to describe how I felt.

Ive always seen Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib as despicable when the US is supposed to be "civilised" and yet the Bush administration condones and encourages the torture of prisoners held without trial. With the acceptance Im sure of the British government.

The motto being "Dont get caught"

But I foolishly thought things were getting better.Then I heard about Khalid El Nasri , an innocent German citizen, and his terrible experiences.No justice even now for him and he has just been admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

Countries in Europe also in league with the CIA over this.

Im rambling now.

I just want it to stop. All the torture and the lies and the inhumanity.

Maybe Ill join Amnesty.

Our jolly good fun day out

Wendy and I went up town today to see the Antony Gormley exhibition.It was brilliant , as expected, and the fog room was quite an experience. The fog really did restrict visibility to a hand in front of your face .It was wet and , cold and bright and more than a little claustraphobic.

Why did he make this installation , you may ask.

I quote from the author

"Architecture is supposed to be the location of security and certainty about where you are.It is supposed to protect you from the weather, from darkness, from uncertainty.Blind light undermines all of that.You enter this interior space that is the equivalent of being on top of a mountain or at the bottom of the sea.It is very important for me that inside it you find the outside. Also you become the immersed figure in an endless ground, literally the subject of the work."

Yep, just as I thought(!!??)

There were loads of other greatly moving exhibits also and my idea of art is something that elicits a good response from you or something that is obviously incredibly talented.

This was the former. Well worth a visit.

Wendy broke her oyster card on the way by sticking it in the machine instead of touching it on the yellow circle.She blamed me of course saying she had just copied me.

Yes , well, hey there, I had a one day travel card!!

We walked over Waterloo bridge , had a wicked sausage toad in the Wellington pub and then mosied back through the embankment gardens.

Got home before the rush hour.Great day out.Knackered now.

Ive been ill.......or...The Norwalk virus and me.

I know, its pathetic isnt it? I thought the last bout of illness would be it for a year but no.
I wont go into to details but suffice to say my 48hours involved sleeping, the toilet, more sleeping, more toilet...you know the rest.
Anyway, my dad and my uncle Alec both had it so we all decided we must have got it at the hospital.
Better now, blogging again.

My wish visiting list 2

Blind Light.......Anthony Gormleys exhibition at the Haywood Gallery

My wish visiting list

The yorkshire sculpture park