Apparently we’re all going to die because The Spooky Face means all that healthy foreign-grown lettuce and fine green beans can’t be flown in. Or so said the radio this morning; I wasn’t paying too close attention because I was sleepy, they may have phrased it slightly differently. However, when I got to Waitrose I was disappointed to find no panic-stricken queues – indeed it was quite quiet – and plenty of vegetables. Still nothing at all to see in the sky – well, other than the moon and so on, which remain perfectly clear.
While I’m on the misc stuff, I warn you I’m going to blog about our trip to Amsterdam when I get round to it. And the HORR. And I’m going to tell you that I went sculling today for the first time in ages. Andy N had the grace not to shout out to me until I was on the water, otherwise I would have stuffed up taking Joy out. Up to the lock and back, glorious sunshine, I was slow and rubbish (arms-only most of the way) and I’ve rubbed the skin off one thumb, yummy.
Also, we have a cat! I’ve fought against a pet for years but eventually succumbed. She is called Phoebe, say hello, you can look forward to loads of rather poor quality pictures of her sitting on various bits of the house. Also, I warn you, we have a Roomba.