dunelm
Master
Buenos días from Lands Are Grotty. So far, I am the only one up so am whispering this. The usually early risers, Chaos and Mayhem, had a heavy night last night, walking back from the restaurant, so the quiet of house of doors is only being broken by the sound of my keyboard and the frantic complaints from the fridge as I deigned to open it’s door to extract milk for my morning brew. Thankfully, Mrs Miggins had placed enough Yorkshire tea into her over stuffed steamer trunk to replicate the goings on in Boston back in 1773.
The wonder wheel of misadventures and machinations reluctantly, and with no dignity at all, bestowed a 5.1 this morning - must have been all that exercise and fish.
Yesterday began with a great hunter gathering explore with Little Miss Pamplemousse and myself. We dispatched ourselves at sparrows fart to a nearby supermarket that we skilfully tracked down with our knowledge of bushcraft and Google Maps, in search of the elusive stock cube for mum (don’t go there).
On our way back up the mountain we discovered volcanic rocks and went gecko hunting, spying five in total but deciding that there were insufficient grounds for turning them into BBQ. In any case, Little Miss Pamplemousse had bagged a strawberry calippo ice lolly and all traces of it must go before we got back.
The rest of the day was spent with a Hi-de-Hi!-esque series of pool competitions concocted by our nine year old grandson, Mr Pickle. It all kicked off when an American football was produced and two teams swiftly emerged to protect each end of the pool. Luckily, I used to play water polo, very useful having been assigned to the team in the deep end. Unfortunately my youthful body has evolved since 1970 and no amount of memory flashes from brain would persuade it to co-operate.
After that it was who can swim two lengths the fastest using a variety of techniques, then who can swim one, two then three lengths underwater and finally the how fast can you dive down and retrieve a 50 euro cent coin.
Garlic prawns, a plateful of grilled sardines and a chilled bottle of something red finished off the day and I managed to persuade a long term back injury to make an appearance as I chased after Mayhem down the sea front.
Have a great Tuesday if you can. Missing a train is only painful if you run after it!
The wonder wheel of misadventures and machinations reluctantly, and with no dignity at all, bestowed a 5.1 this morning - must have been all that exercise and fish.
Yesterday began with a great hunter gathering explore with Little Miss Pamplemousse and myself. We dispatched ourselves at sparrows fart to a nearby supermarket that we skilfully tracked down with our knowledge of bushcraft and Google Maps, in search of the elusive stock cube for mum (don’t go there).
On our way back up the mountain we discovered volcanic rocks and went gecko hunting, spying five in total but deciding that there were insufficient grounds for turning them into BBQ. In any case, Little Miss Pamplemousse had bagged a strawberry calippo ice lolly and all traces of it must go before we got back.
The rest of the day was spent with a Hi-de-Hi!-esque series of pool competitions concocted by our nine year old grandson, Mr Pickle. It all kicked off when an American football was produced and two teams swiftly emerged to protect each end of the pool. Luckily, I used to play water polo, very useful having been assigned to the team in the deep end. Unfortunately my youthful body has evolved since 1970 and no amount of memory flashes from brain would persuade it to co-operate.
After that it was who can swim two lengths the fastest using a variety of techniques, then who can swim one, two then three lengths underwater and finally the how fast can you dive down and retrieve a 50 euro cent coin.
Garlic prawns, a plateful of grilled sardines and a chilled bottle of something red finished off the day and I managed to persuade a long term back injury to make an appearance as I chased after Mayhem down the sea front.
Have a great Tuesday if you can. Missing a train is only painful if you run after it!
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