In The Wee Small Hours

Number 301 is a bit of an EEEEEEK! Of course, I had to make up for that.








































Then, of course, there's Ocean's Two:

Acts of Contrition

Rather than include picture number 87, I decided to post the slideshow it's in (you'll see why) and in the absence of a number 301, I just chose a pleasant closeup.

Down with David

An old school friend of mine, David, was up from Devon today (Crediton, Jane Austen country in one or other of her novels) and we had a jaunt. First we went to Ightham Mote, about which I have posted before, then on to Down House, the home of Charles Darwin.

There's a very clever new exhibit in the house showing a mock-up of his cabin on The Beagle, with a life-size video of him (well, an actor playing him) sitting at the table fiddling with stuff. It's very realistic.


Down House and part of the garden where Darwin studied wildlife.


David

We relied on my satnav, which was a big mistake. It took us along every one-track bendy, hilly back road in Kent, when we could so easily have used a map and got there on nice, big, fast roads.

Prisoner

I couldn't resist adding a picture at the end of Bobby in full spate. I thought I had a slideshow of the little dance, but I can't find it, and with two hours of Bobby coming up, I don't have time to look.

For Frances

Pictures in a cemetery are not the strangest request I've ever had. Oh wait - yes they are!

But I know what you mean, Frances. And here they are:

Alive again, thanks to Eliza

We've had to play dead for too long, at last we have a new episode to discuss.

I was really grateful for the relief of no angst. Bobby was perceptive and clever, and very good with the girl. Lucky bitch. As for the hands - well...



Swoon to the face that launched a thousand blogs:

Then we have a champion belly shot


a jacket-busting shoulder shot


a mountainous back shot


and a rather dark groin shot.


I think we got it all, then?

As a quick catch-up, my knuckle is hurting so little now, it's impossible to imagine how I thought it might be broken; Mitzi is looking better already; and I hope you are feeling better, Snarkangel.

Hugs and kisses all round.

Grow

Well, it's been a hectic evening so far. Apart from feeding the cats and the parrots, spraying the parrots, watering the garden plants in pots, putting out feed for the garden birds - oh, and eating - before going to my local assembly, I had to take poor little Mitzi to the vet's, as she was feeling poorly.

Coming online, I found everything deathly slow, Internet Explorer froze and had to restart, then the first thing that I typed here deleted itself when I went back to make a correction. In frustration, I slammed my hand on the table, only to catch the edge of the laptop. I think I might have broken my knuckle...

After all that, the pictures are not wonderful, so I'll go back and choose a few more.






















And here they are: