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

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.

Village Life

The summer hasn't all been about me hiding and sulking away like a small rat. We had a glorious late June and July with almost continous sunshine. The pub, the village and Somerset were like a small peice of heaven for about 6 weeks as we slowly roasted in the sun and made tons of money.

Unwanted Attention on the Soccer Pitch

From The Observer yesterday:

Colo Colo's Hector Mancilla says he is "calm" after being caught punching a defender
who " rammed a finger up Mancilla's rectum".

" I have never been violent, but this guy was too much. He put his finger up me: any man would have hit the guy. Apart from the sort of men who like such things and Im not one of those"

Apologia Pro Vita Sua

I should apologise. If Im honest I don't really want to and so please expect a slightly sulky, Hectorish, apology.

I apologise for upping, leaving and saying nothing. Actually I apologise for saying nothing. I dont apologise for upping and leaving; that's me and that's how I was, am and will be. If I have issues then I deal with them on my own in my way and that doesn't invlove a great deal of sharing.

Am I a "bastard" ? Yes. But then if you didn't realise or suspect that already then frankly I'm a  bastard and you are slightly dim.

{How's my apology going so far?}

Do I care about what you think? Yes, I do. Do I consider you freinds and people of value, yes I do. Do I promise not to behave in this way again? No, I don't.

OK, ok. I am sorry.

On that note I shall shut up.

Thank you, Jenny

So, Jenny's views are pretty clear.....

How was it for you?

But really, enough about me....what have you all been doing whilst I was gone?

Explanation Required....?