a super hawk wobbler
PULL
rock star in training
doggy bag
i find great pleasure in the details.
aka: it's the little things.
thought we'd have lunch at the farmer's market in canterbury but underestimated the importance of booking.
so scoffed some hot sausage rolls and hoofed it over to 'the red lion' in stodmarsh: not a bad fallback, at all.
neil (tomoland) joined us (with che and miranda too).
when neil asked for a dog bag for the roast beef scraps (for stratford) this is how they came back.
sweet.
did a little more tweaking on the book: fitting in new 'must have' shots and trying to squeeze MORE pictures into 352 pages.
as z sat in my office (barn) and watched 'teletubbies' on the big screen.
realising that we had a small field mouse enjoying the contents of my rubbish, we got him out and let him run round a while, for z's amusement.
after a while, we caught him back.
"look z, you've got a new pet: what shall we call him?"
"dead mouse" said z in a deep, sinister voice.
"where shall we keep him?", i asked.
"in the bin", said z.
che and miranda drove back to london town in the super-mini.
and i drove neil to herne bay station stopping for a quick pint of the happy apple stuff along the way.
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