I think I've attended and organised my last ever Top 50 event today... unless in future it's the Top 50 goats or suchlike... I had a moment where I thought "damn I'm going to miss this" and then a board director asked me to get them some cake... next person who asks me to get them some cake will be paying me for the privilege, in France, I will have baked it and it will feel fantastic...and I will be thrilled to get it for them.
The train into London takes 45 minutes each way, you dont get a seat and it costs £90 pounds to come in for the day. I should stop now or I will turn into my grandmother "where have the days gone where you could go to the flicks and have a fish supper and all for 3 and 6". In reality my grandmother never went to the cinema nor had a fish supper she just liked to use that as an everyman metaphor for the cost of gin and cleaning ladies.
David gets back from a client trip to Berlin tonight. I shall be thrilled to see him and my welcome home news will be I've been researching chainsaw classes online. We will have lots of wood afterall and a fire to fill. I'm not sure he will be that excited, my sell will be that responsible chainsaw ownership comes with a "dress up costume" ie chainmail everything.... trousers, gloves....
Our current pre France livestock extends to three ageing chickens and the dogs. Archie (fat dog) was extensively sick in the garden yesterday due to eating something putrid on his walk. All I will say is that the chickens thought it was an all you can eat buffet. I am wondering what earthy delights goats will bring....
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