At last, I am unblocked!
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!
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.
