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Going away / coming home
This weekend, we've been in Harrogate for Follycon, which I mostly spent running around. (The trainers that quite happily did me all through Loncon were starting to pinch a bit by the end of Sunday. Surely that can't be right?) I even went to a programme item, entirely voluntarily.
Other than the crises, it all went very well, and none of the crises were really all *that* bad, with even the person-sent-to-hospital now back out and doing well.
In fact, the only thing that happened that was really bad when when you bastards gave me this, which I may never forgive:
(Which at least means that I have something to put in Hugo Corner, for a year!)
If anyone took a photo of me when I was given it, please never let me see it.
(I have already phoned my insurance company. Because NFU Mutual are marvellous, even though I couldn't find the paperwork in Mike's byzantine filing system it still only took Sue thirty seconds to check and tell me that it was covered on the insurance as long as I don't plan to carry it around with me away from home. Seems unlikely! I wonder if Timpsons can do the engraving?)
All seems to have been well here with the sitter, with GB his usual 'you came home, can we snuggle? you went away, I shall bite you' response to seeing me again. I was a wee bit annoyed to come home to a trap containing a part-decomposed, half-eaten mouse. I just happened to walk past the trap again and found that it now contained another mouse, who'd presumably come back for another snack from his larder, but wasn't actually dead and was spraying blood everywhere. And then, after I drowned him and cleaned up, I couldn't find the tub containing a manky bit of own-brand-nutella that's been sitting on the kitchen counter for six months being used to re-bait the traps. I do hope that the sitter didn't eat it....
The field and stableyard are swamps, which is to be expected after all the rain, but today is sunny and breezy, so I'm hoping that everything will dry out soon.
There's a lorry outside from KCC Highways, doing emergency fixes on the potholes (we're promised actual resurfacing in the new financial year), which is good and very much needed doing, although I bet they'll miss some due to them still being underwater.
Tomorrow, Bob!
Edit: sorry, obvs not explicit enough: if anyone took a photo of me getting the Doc Weir, please don't post it online. If you see one, please let the poster know my views. Please don't share it in the comments. FFS.
Other than the crises, it all went very well, and none of the crises were really all *that* bad, with even the person-sent-to-hospital now back out and doing well.
In fact, the only thing that happened that was really bad when when you bastards gave me this, which I may never forgive:
(Which at least means that I have something to put in Hugo Corner, for a year!)
If anyone took a photo of me when I was given it, please never let me see it.
(I have already phoned my insurance company. Because NFU Mutual are marvellous, even though I couldn't find the paperwork in Mike's byzantine filing system it still only took Sue thirty seconds to check and tell me that it was covered on the insurance as long as I don't plan to carry it around with me away from home. Seems unlikely! I wonder if Timpsons can do the engraving?)
All seems to have been well here with the sitter, with GB his usual 'you came home, can we snuggle? you went away, I shall bite you' response to seeing me again. I was a wee bit annoyed to come home to a trap containing a part-decomposed, half-eaten mouse. I just happened to walk past the trap again and found that it now contained another mouse, who'd presumably come back for another snack from his larder, but wasn't actually dead and was spraying blood everywhere. And then, after I drowned him and cleaned up, I couldn't find the tub containing a manky bit of own-brand-nutella that's been sitting on the kitchen counter for six months being used to re-bait the traps. I do hope that the sitter didn't eat it....
The field and stableyard are swamps, which is to be expected after all the rain, but today is sunny and breezy, so I'm hoping that everything will dry out soon.
There's a lorry outside from KCC Highways, doing emergency fixes on the potholes (we're promised actual resurfacing in the new financial year), which is good and very much needed doing, although I bet they'll miss some due to them still being underwater.
Tomorrow, Bob!
Edit: sorry, obvs not explicit enough: if anyone took a photo of me getting the Doc Weir, please don't post it online. If you see one, please let the poster know my views. Please don't share it in the comments. FFS.