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Bright lights, big city, soggy trains
(Has anyone else been getting masses of spam over the past few days? I'm wondering if someone's having a go at one of my domain names. They're coming in waves of a few dozen of the same subject line, every six hours or so.)
Yesterday, I headed up to the Big City for a convention. It wasn't Picocon, though, it was the @rchers @narchists, and it was (deja vu ishly) in the Melton Mowbray. Unfortunately, on Friday the train line from Canterbury to Ashford (and thence to London) flooded, as a result of the once-in-a-century occasional river: got to love ground water, still causing new chaos after an almost entirely dry week! It was only going to be a flying visit anyway, arriving twenty minutes before the 7pm start and leaving at about 9pm, but then my train was half an hour late getting in, so I had a good time but didn't really get to talk to people much. Still, it was fun. Coming home, I got the train before the one I'd planned, but then it left at the same time as the one I'd actually been going for. Poor Mike had to drive me too and from the station: if it'd been Canterbury, I probably would have got a taxi home. In retrospect, I possibly should have stayed in London: I had half a dozen offers of a bed as soon as I said how early I'd have to leave, but then I would have had to get up early this morning to get home....
(I had thought about popping into Picocon for a bit, as I was in town anyway, but Mike would have had to bring the boys in by himself, and they've been being Difficult lately. Plus, South Ken is so far away that it barely counts as London!)
Today, Mike mowed the lawn, after we'd gone round and scooped up all the mole hills. Really must find a mole guy to come and sort them out. I dragged Mike to the woods that I like to walk in, too (he doesn't normally want to go that far). The bluebells are going to be really spectacular in a couple of months: there's no grass in this picture!
Here's another shot of the house, from over the valley. You can see that the boys are steadily working their way across the field, and I'm quite pleased with how well it's coping given the weather. (They had new grass this morning, which they've been diligently munching away on. When we went to have a look at the field after they came in (nicely, hurrah!), there was just a little patch of it right at the top. We attribute this to the fact that GB is too lazy to walk all the way up the hill, so it only started to get eaten when the Baby got sick of being nagged and went off up there alone.)
(Aww: Jodie's wuffling in her sleep. She must be chasing bunnies! Normally, she wakes up as soon as I move enough to try and video her, but she must have been very tired today, so I managed it. But it's apparently going to take an hour and a half to upload a minute of video, so maybe you'll get it later instead.)
Yesterday, I headed up to the Big City for a convention. It wasn't Picocon, though, it was the @rchers @narchists, and it was (deja vu ishly) in the Melton Mowbray. Unfortunately, on Friday the train line from Canterbury to Ashford (and thence to London) flooded, as a result of the once-in-a-century occasional river: got to love ground water, still causing new chaos after an almost entirely dry week! It was only going to be a flying visit anyway, arriving twenty minutes before the 7pm start and leaving at about 9pm, but then my train was half an hour late getting in, so I had a good time but didn't really get to talk to people much. Still, it was fun. Coming home, I got the train before the one I'd planned, but then it left at the same time as the one I'd actually been going for. Poor Mike had to drive me too and from the station: if it'd been Canterbury, I probably would have got a taxi home. In retrospect, I possibly should have stayed in London: I had half a dozen offers of a bed as soon as I said how early I'd have to leave, but then I would have had to get up early this morning to get home....
(I had thought about popping into Picocon for a bit, as I was in town anyway, but Mike would have had to bring the boys in by himself, and they've been being Difficult lately. Plus, South Ken is so far away that it barely counts as London!)
Today, Mike mowed the lawn, after we'd gone round and scooped up all the mole hills. Really must find a mole guy to come and sort them out. I dragged Mike to the woods that I like to walk in, too (he doesn't normally want to go that far). The bluebells are going to be really spectacular in a couple of months: there's no grass in this picture!
Here's another shot of the house, from over the valley. You can see that the boys are steadily working their way across the field, and I'm quite pleased with how well it's coping given the weather. (They had new grass this morning, which they've been diligently munching away on. When we went to have a look at the field after they came in (nicely, hurrah!), there was just a little patch of it right at the top. We attribute this to the fact that GB is too lazy to walk all the way up the hill, so it only started to get eaten when the Baby got sick of being nagged and went off up there alone.)
(Aww: Jodie's wuffling in her sleep. She must be chasing bunnies! Normally, she wakes up as soon as I move enough to try and video her, but she must have been very tired today, so I managed it. But it's apparently going to take an hour and a half to upload a minute of video, so maybe you'll get it later instead.)
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