Penguins

Well, having planned a cosy evening and an early night, I didn't get home from work till nearly 10.30pm and Andrew was not far behind me. Poor love has gone straight to bed with man-flu and I am munching cheese straws dipped in mayo washed down with a glass of something red and french, and watching Jonathan Ross. Howzat for a great Friday night! ;o)

Nevertheless, fear not if you're reading, Suse: cab will be here at 8.30am in the morning and we are all prepared for Alfers tomorrow. I only hope the little fella is as prepared for us ***hee hee***

Oh, I did book the holiday back to Kilifi today... all online via First Choice website - which is rubbish in terms of usability - they need a consultant expert!

There is a very scary-looking lady in a striped suit playing a guitar fronting the band playing out JR.. and I find the music dreadful. "You know you're over 40 when..."! What can I say? I shall post a picture of penguins (at London zoo, of course) in her honour.

An untypical Sunday

Well, the Dows were up at the crack of dawn this morning, or so it seemed to a pair so very unaccustomed to crawling out of bed before noon on a weekend.

We spent the day with Rob and Sue and baby Alfie, luxuriating in one of the last really sunny warm days of the year on rugs on the lawn by the pond in front of Chiswick House. Alfers slept half the time but to tell the truth, he's such a jolly baby, and very easy to amuse, so it's easy to carry on a conversation whatever he's doing.

Rob 'n Suse are both exhausted, bless them - Alfers has not had a good run lately what with colds and kiddie infections of one kind or another - and frankly I think they both really need to just sleep for a thousand years. But they're hanging in there. They are such a good team those two.

Anyway, back home in time for the last half of Poirot. Must get the hang of this blog thing over the coming week - you know, customising, putting the background and profile in - and learning how to type with a certain cat who shall be introduced later practically sitting on the keyboard! Any errors are definitely hers and nothing to do with me still being manually challenged... two weeks and three days to go!

Getting started

My first ever blog.

Actually, I could claim this is all part of an experiment to turn Andrew - known as Bigfoot in some parts - from the world of professional indemnity insurance to a world of written creativity. He is one of the most imaginitive describers of the world around him I have ever known... but clearly you may argue I am biased. And you may be right. (or is that write? ha ha).

Not the best of times to start since my arm is still broken and I spend more time on the delete button than anything else but there you go. Never a right time to start with anything, is there?

And since we are both in the middle of cooking a curry - he does all the two-handed stuff, thank heaven - here endeth my first post.