An axe in the park
Up after sleeping in late, and had breakfast with Sue and John, and sat about shooting the breeze for a couple of hours before they set off. We had really enjoyed seeing them.
Chatted to Clem our next door neighbour, and he is going to come to talk to us about decking next week. A chat on messenger with Toby, who has bought made to measure jeans, as he read in an aeroplane magazine that every stylish man should have two pairs.
Late the afternoon I walked to Anton's to drop off Oskar's watch with a blue face, which was his birthday present. He was at his mum's however. Nice chat with Anne and Anton, who had just seen The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society film. And quite enjoyed it too. Mixed feelings about this.
Walked home, through the park where two men I had spoken to earlier were still thrusting at each other in their jabby fighting HEMA, which is historical European martial arts. I had asked them earlier if I could take a shot, and they looked surreal in their helmets, and full body amour, axes and so on. Slightly Monty Pythonesque.
Home and ate a warming roast, and loads of veggies. The weather turning vile, so quite good to be safe indoors with Lorraine. The demonic marauding black and white cat whacking the cat door, at one point but didn't get in.
Below HEMA practitioners, with their choppers out.
Chatted to Clem our next door neighbour, and he is going to come to talk to us about decking next week. A chat on messenger with Toby, who has bought made to measure jeans, as he read in an aeroplane magazine that every stylish man should have two pairs.
Late the afternoon I walked to Anton's to drop off Oskar's watch with a blue face, which was his birthday present. He was at his mum's however. Nice chat with Anne and Anton, who had just seen The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society film. And quite enjoyed it too. Mixed feelings about this.
Walked home, through the park where two men I had spoken to earlier were still thrusting at each other in their jabby fighting HEMA, which is historical European martial arts. I had asked them earlier if I could take a shot, and they looked surreal in their helmets, and full body amour, axes and so on. Slightly Monty Pythonesque.
Home and ate a warming roast, and loads of veggies. The weather turning vile, so quite good to be safe indoors with Lorraine. The demonic marauding black and white cat whacking the cat door, at one point but didn't get in.
Below HEMA practitioners, with their choppers out.
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