Revolutionary Rants

It has been a busy, if shortened, week. Volunteering and the like are taking up quite a lot of time and Mr C has been pretty busy at work as well.

Winter is coming in fast here in North Devon, the washing has been rained on, the goose-pimples returning to our arms. How poetic am I? Mind you, we haven’t really had a summer, that you can speak of, just a hot April and a few days in August so it isn’t too much of a change, but I do hate it when it gets dark so early.

Jose has parted company with Chelski, Arsenal may be brought by a fellow Russian “tycoon” of Mr Abramovic (have I spelled that right?)

Tomorrow we’re off to see Chicken’s parents in the South of France, so another busy weekend. Not sure whether there are any plans when we are down there, we shall have to see. We are hoping to do our first French driving at some point, though, in C’s Dad’s little old Peugeot, The Sponge. Today, however, is a time of gentle packing (including drying socks on the radiators due to rain), battle on Warcraft III and other such sleepy pursuits.