During the night, the Fone Fairy came and restored our landline. No call from that illustrious firm Telco, to say “Thankyou, we’ve had your money for a week now and have decided to restore your primary means of communication with the outside world”.
No, just as sneakily as they cut us off, we’re communicado again.
“Hello BT, we’re coming back!”
A really nice Thai meal in Thai Square with the London crew last night – not much atmosphere but delicious “Weeping Tiger” – beef strips marinated in chilli sauce. Mmmm.
Then home to find that Number One Daughter and visiting friend had been blackberrying in our garden and made a crumble with some spare apples. Now I’m never a ‘sweet’ type person, but Number One Son offered to heat up some custard (the last time I ate any of that was when I was about 12) and so between us it was demolished before it had gotten cold!
A nightcap of Smirnoff Blue (see you tomorrow for cocktails,
Barman) and we crashed.
Btw,
Zed, remembered the topic for the Lost Post. Mrs.D. suggested that I take the laptop with me to Ireland when we go fishing, so as to be able to e-mail while I’m away for ten days. As she has no interest in this site, or blogging generally, it hadn’t occurred to her that I could post the results of the day’s catch live….
What’s that? You have no interest whatsoever in fishing? Let me tell you – it’s ten years since I last visited God’s own country and (we worked it out the other day) seven years since I last fished. So I‘m hardly a Frequent Angler.
But really looking forward to it.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:48 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
