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Back home
Novacon was Novaconish, and I had a lovely time chatting to people in the bar. Mike points out that I could just invite all of the people I like to chat to in the Novacon bar to our house for the weekend and save lots of money. He's probably right. Plus, the tedious people wouldn't be there....
In the loos of the Novacon hotel, there are both paper towel dispensers and hot air driers. The former is above the latter. This leads to an occasional problem:
The pooch seems to have survived without us, which is good. When we got back, she was asleep on the kitchen floor. She woke up, and went 'oh, people, suppose I'd better check them out', and then walked all the way over to the door before she realised who it was and started leaping around. The boys, predictably, didn't really seem to notice that we'd been away.
Anyway, she seemed ok after we'd been back for a while:
It turns out, though, that she *hasn't* been spayed. Our bedding is now in the wash, and she had to stay at home when I went for a hack this morning, much to her distress: I'm pretty sure I can control her from the back of a horse, but not a randy dog that sniffs her out....
As I came back from the woods, there was a kestrel hovering about fifteen feet away from me over the field. You'll just have to imagine the lovely picture that I took of it, though, as GB started fanny-arsing about and made me miss the shot. I did take a picture of the trees, but the colours don't come out so well on grey days:
Today, we have a couple of blokes in the garden, cutting down some of the bloody leylandii so that we can actually see the field without going upstairs:
They're going to come back and take out the enormous tree in the next couple of days, too, it looks like. That should keep us in firewood for the next few years!
We've finally actually sold the London flat! It's been very quiet for a few months, but then things started happening again and we've just got the money.
In the loos of the Novacon hotel, there are both paper towel dispensers and hot air driers. The former is above the latter. This leads to an occasional problem:
The pooch seems to have survived without us, which is good. When we got back, she was asleep on the kitchen floor. She woke up, and went 'oh, people, suppose I'd better check them out', and then walked all the way over to the door before she realised who it was and started leaping around. The boys, predictably, didn't really seem to notice that we'd been away.
Anyway, she seemed ok after we'd been back for a while:
It turns out, though, that she *hasn't* been spayed. Our bedding is now in the wash, and she had to stay at home when I went for a hack this morning, much to her distress: I'm pretty sure I can control her from the back of a horse, but not a randy dog that sniffs her out....
As I came back from the woods, there was a kestrel hovering about fifteen feet away from me over the field. You'll just have to imagine the lovely picture that I took of it, though, as GB started fanny-arsing about and made me miss the shot. I did take a picture of the trees, but the colours don't come out so well on grey days:
Today, we have a couple of blokes in the garden, cutting down some of the bloody leylandii so that we can actually see the field without going upstairs:
They're going to come back and take out the enormous tree in the next couple of days, too, it looks like. That should keep us in firewood for the next few years!
We've finally actually sold the London flat! It's been very quiet for a few months, but then things started happening again and we've just got the money.
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