Mooching

So that's two barn owls and a fox in one short trip, ain't wildlife a great thing. And it seems to be taking over the front garden in the absence of Christine, at least that's what I gather from the size of the monster turd that's dominating the sweeping grasslands of Fortress Shadey; Gizmo'd need a back end transplant if he left that.

It's been an interesting one; started off by being paid to throw stones at ships; ended up by pointing the Goldie Lookin' Car up northerly and paying a brief visit to old stamping grounds, and places I'd always planned to go but never quite gotten around to. Via Leeds, then via York to make a collection... my god, their Saturday traffic is beyond insane.... then up to Harrogate for Rugby where against all past experience and expectations were confounded with an actual WIN. That's never happened before! Got as far north as Masham but was frustrated by the fact that a wedding party had every lodging in the town booked solid. Damn, that's a problem. You try to have fun and do just ONE thing on the hoof, in a spontaneous way and a raftfull of bastards who've bothered to look at the yellow pages first will rain on your parade.

Never mind, I'm back, the cat's on fine form, I've got the guts of Mr Zed's engine back so it's rebuild-a-go-go and I've got a new toy to play with for the camera, that I tried out at the Rugby and will be taking back soon for even more. Oh Mikey, you mad impetuous boy you....