After a brief excursion with a Samsung Galaxy, which I hated, I’ve reverted to a Meizu. My third such phone. And I love it.
If you scroll back a long time, you’ll see, or even remember, that I used to rabbit-sit a lovely little creature called Suki.
She may have eaten wallpaper on one occasion, but she was a great companion when I went through a bad time.
Sadly, she has passed away. Her age was uncertain, since she was found in Ellen’s garden, but she must have at least reached a decade.
It may seem silly, but I’ll miss her.
Currently watching a film, called The Rezort, on Netflix.
Think of it as Jurassic Park without the dinosaurs. And with zombies instead.
A computer virus disables fences. You can guess the rest.
Do I need a tactical pen? I guess not.
Seriously, though, one must ask why this is necessary.
You know that feeling when you walk into a dark pub, wearing your new prescription sunglasses?
The one where you call over a dog? Yes, that one.
The national cycle path network is a wonderful thing. Last weekend saw us largely on route 14, while today it’s 1.
The new tent we bought a few weeks is on its first outing.
After last weekend’s pretence that the shed no longer existed, I’ve spent most of this morning working on the second wall. Most of the lower, inner wall is now in the garden.
And, in common with my experience of the first wall, last year, I’ve exposed a neighbour’s garden.
Time for some gardening before we take my mother to lunch.
I so love my new glasses.
Handmade in the UK. I shall name them Brexit.
We’re trying to build up our cycling distance, with more cycling and less beer.
And we’ve made a pretty decent step towards that goal today.
After picking up a delivery from Team Valley, we headed to Swalwell, cycling up the Derwent Walk to Rowlands Gill.
After stopping off to eat in Derwent Park, we cycled (mostly walked) up the beast that is Busty Bank. Close to death, we stopped at Burton House for a well earned
And then it was mostly downhill until we fell into the Marquis of Granby.
Where we had a couple of beers before
calling a cab cycling home.
We’re now doing some gardening.