Third Time Lucky

Planning for Arrivals

A busy little day. I'm tidying my rooms, like a good boy, in preparation for the arrival of Beatrice and Hector who are coming to stay for three days from tomorrow morning. The weather, predicable, is awful with high winds and rain predicted so my plans for lots of walks in woods collecting autumnal fruits and then jam and chutney making sessions might have to be put on hold.

Rude.

So, how was your Sunday? Mine was great. I had to step in and break up a fight and then got verbally abused by the mother of one of the miscreants, told I was a fucking idiot and barred from ever going in their restaurant......

The pub in the village down the valley is owned by the equivalent of a bunch of Novyi Russkiy. They come in the pub about once every 3 months and they are fine, a little loud, a little arrogant but basically ok.

Tonight they came in. The owner, his wife, their son who is the chef, two daughters and their son's best friend who is in the Parachute Regiment and just back from Afghanistan.

The son and the solider got incredibly loud and so, apparently, the table next to them complainned to them and told them to keep the noise down.

Cerith Wyn Evans

Toys for Boys

First Born

Hector and Dad

Dad and Bea

Essential Parenting Accessory

You Eat This or there will be trouble.....

Village Life II

Oedipa is right about the garden; quintessentially English.

The village itself is almost a parody of English village life with a demographic, racial and social profile not dissimilar to a bad Agatha Christie novel.