Revolutionary Rants

Jeez, the spam. The spam. So much spam. 42 in two days; poker, insurence, sex tapes. Joy.

Oh well, we had a lovely weekend. The sun shone and all was good. Chicken got his birthday present, a new iPhone, which has made him very happy. We went to Arlington Court on Saturday and although it was closed (it always seems to be closed when we go!) we walked around the wilderness and down by the lake with Ferris before heading for a lazy pint in the sunshine in Bishops Tawton. We have also been to Knighthayes near Tiverton recently, so our National Trust count is going up fast of late.

Yesterday we made use of the NT owned coastline and went with Si, Sarah and the kids to Rockham beach near Mortehoe. It weas cold but we swam anyway and Ferris even had a little dip in between barking at Springer Spaniels on the sand! It was gorgeous. Apart from the walk back up to Mortehoe, that is. Even going on the ‘stpper’ at the gym cannot help one prepare for the stairs up from Rockham, it must be said.

I keep letting things slip at them moment, blogging and writing and the like – I always seem to be doing something or other. I enjoy walking the dog too much, I suspect, plus I am now swimming five or six days a week, so what with those things and work andfamily life goes by very fast and very happily.

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Firstly, happy twenty-forth birthday to my beloved. Sadly he is at work today, as he couldn’t get it off on holiday and as such he hasn’t been able to wear the ‘Save Ferris’ t-shirt I got him. I was trumped, as usual, by Charles, who got him ‘Bop it!’ the ludicrously addictive game!

Well, I have been highly remiss in posting lately. I apologise profusely, and unreservedly of course.

On Friday things all went a bit Pete Tong (hence my lack of PRSD article as well as posts) as the torrential rain began pouring in to our  ‘out house’ but of the house through the little window. A bit of further investigation showed me that the cause of this was the gutter at the back being blocked and braking under the weight of water. Clearing this blockage did little to help, however, so when Mr C got home we carried on trying to clear it – which involved Chicken in the tiny lowered gap bit behind the ‘out house’ and the wall scooping out mud and rubbish (including a large black bin bag containing goodness knows what). We soon discovered that as well as this lower blockage the downpipe from the flat roof was completely filled with cob nuts and the like (cob nuts being hazelnuts to you who have always lived in England, by the way). With Dad also helping out we sawed the pipe in the pouring rain and eventually got the flow back again. The whole gutter needs replacing at some point soon, though – joy!

We also have our ‘new’ car now, Mum’s old Peugeot 307 and have booked a November holiday (long weekend) to Amsterdam with Si and Sarah. Exciting stuff. Tonight Mr C has asked to go to the Jack Russell for his birthday tea and shortly I have training in South Molton, so more anon. Hopefully, at some point, one day…

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