Poor whale croaked it in the Thames. Or as our cockney chums would have it... That whale was more than moby dick... it was brown bread. It had a pal it was spotted with earlier, shame they couldn't reach each other. Perhaps the authorities could have made some kind of podcast.
Up with the lark and sensibly eating marmite on toast with Diane. Showed Diane the skull and crossbones drawn on the jar of yeasty goodness by MJ. This can be explained by MJ having wandered into the kitchen (she may have been lost) and scooping a teaspoon of it into her mouth a few months ago thinking it was a kind of chocolaty nutella spread. This followed by astonishingly wrongheaded Ew! noises and gagging in the sink.
Di and me then nipped up the hill to see Janet and Ken for a nice cup of tea and a chat. Both on good form. Ken enraged by a TV programme yesterday about the French roots of Romanticism. Also talking about the translation he is working on. Janet on fine form too and very pleased to see Di after many years. I tried to claim a finder's fee but nobody listened.
Their newish ginger cat Rossini is a nice cat, and was being decorative and playful.
Fond farewells to Janet and Ken, and a fast Thai meal, a bit of a walk in the sun down on the seafront, and then Di and me went our separate ways for a bit. Me on a futile search for dressing up clothes for Baby Klauds, and her inspecting more of Brighton. I don't care what anyone says, it is a bit odd for a man of 46 to be scrutinising pink fairy wing costumes.
Fond fairwells with Di, then spoke to Mum and Mase. Had bought a cheap address book to put all my addresses and phone numbers in one place, should I lose my mobile or diary. Wrote the wrong numbers in so phoned Weezer thinking I was calling Toby. MJ there so spoke to both Weezer and her -- they were watching March of the Penguins with the bairns.
Then spoke to Romy which was really nice. She was telling me about her exercise routine of going to the gym and simultaneously watching food programmes while plotting what to cook.
The Tobster at a cafe marking school books.
Up with the lark and sensibly eating marmite on toast with Diane. Showed Diane the skull and crossbones drawn on the jar of yeasty goodness by MJ. This can be explained by MJ having wandered into the kitchen (she may have been lost) and scooping a teaspoon of it into her mouth a few months ago thinking it was a kind of chocolaty nutella spread. This followed by astonishingly wrongheaded Ew! noises and gagging in the sink.
Di and me then nipped up the hill to see Janet and Ken for a nice cup of tea and a chat. Both on good form. Ken enraged by a TV programme yesterday about the French roots of Romanticism. Also talking about the translation he is working on. Janet on fine form too and very pleased to see Di after many years. I tried to claim a finder's fee but nobody listened.
Their newish ginger cat Rossini is a nice cat, and was being decorative and playful.
Fond farewells to Janet and Ken, and a fast Thai meal, a bit of a walk in the sun down on the seafront, and then Di and me went our separate ways for a bit. Me on a futile search for dressing up clothes for Baby Klauds, and her inspecting more of Brighton. I don't care what anyone says, it is a bit odd for a man of 46 to be scrutinising pink fairy wing costumes.
Fond fairwells with Di, then spoke to Mum and Mase. Had bought a cheap address book to put all my addresses and phone numbers in one place, should I lose my mobile or diary. Wrote the wrong numbers in so phoned Weezer thinking I was calling Toby. MJ there so spoke to both Weezer and her -- they were watching March of the Penguins with the bairns.
Then spoke to Romy which was really nice. She was telling me about her exercise routine of going to the gym and simultaneously watching food programmes while plotting what to cook.
The Tobster at a cafe marking school books.
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