2012 — 22 May: Tuesday
I was having my plums (re)scanned1 a few minutes ago, giving my wandering eyes time to alight upon a banner headline from that massive organ of good taste and discrimination — the Daily Mail — threatening me with a £100 fine if my garden is a tip. No doubt the small print would have said something about the effect on house prices.
Then I get back home, looking forward to my first cuppa and some breakfast, only to learn that today's intended third walker has cried off, so our destination is no longer the New Forest. And I now need to prep and pack a lunch.
It's about time...
... I paid a return visit to my friends John and Judy (both ex-LEO, let alone ex-ICL). I haven't seen them since the day of Christa's funeral, but I think I can now just about face traffic on the M25 for a short burst:
It will, after all, be my second confrontation with the world's busiest carpark. That was in the week when I ferried Big Bro around to a variety of places including his aviation hobby shop in West Drayton. Perhaps you recall my delightful picture of him?
I don't think his wife approved :-)
Right. Breakfast... [Pause] And off we jolly well go. TTFN. [Longer pause] And back again, freshly-showered and freshly-cuppa'ed to see what the world is up to after a very pleasant stroll around, and culminating with a pint at, the John O'Gaunt Inn in Horsebridge, which has now re-opened for business. Jolly welcome said pint was, too. It's quite hot out there and the sky was essentially cloudless.
Is it possible?
Senior execs at a major media corporation telling fibs to Parliament? Whatever next?