Remember when I used to have good blog titles?

I’ve decided what to do for my 700th blog - a list of interesting facts about the number ‘700’
I enjoy research and I haven’t shared any boring trivia with you for a long time, so that’s my plan. It’ll give me something to do to stop me panicking about moving in with Philippa and house-sitting. I’ve already convinced myself that we’ll burn their house to the ground and ruin their lives and ours, so I could do with some distraction.

We told Ted and Beryl about the house thing today. Ted is devastated. He says it feels worse than when his children left home. Beryl, bless her, said “shut up, you soft shite. You celebrated for two weeks when the last kid left home.“ She also pointed out that we’re not exactly moving to the other side of the country and can still pop round to visit every week but he refused to climb out from under his black cloud. It’s just the way he gets some times. As we all do, I suppose.

Their son Alan was over, and was cock-a-hoop. He won a thousand pounds on the Grand National yesterday. I said “Oh, which horse did you back?”
He said “None really. I laid a bet with a guy online in Japan that at least two horses would die and he gave me 200-to-1”
I’m not sure if that’s sick or just silly, but it’s not illegal and it made him a few quid so good luck to him. It also means I got to use the phrase ’cock-a-hoop’ in a blog entry, so I’m almost as happy as he is..

RC 15-4-12