Norfolk in three words - Cold, blustery, dangerous.
It’s been bloody awful weather today. I went outside early this morning to find our bins and various garden ornaments down at the far end of the lawn. I hope David and Becky aren’t too attached to their plastic pink flamingoes, because one of them is now headless and the other has a broken leg. I’ll do my best with the superglue but I’m not a magician. I did consider calling the vet and asking if he treats plastic animals, but I thought it might be a waste of my time.
Philippa is in the best mood I’ve seen for ages. She won her badminton matches on Saturday, she had no after-effects from her ankle, and her Sports Club beat the team from Suffolk for only the third time ever, so she’s walking on air at the moment. There are rumours of a big celebration party later this year at the Sports Club, but we’ll wait and see on that one. I don’t want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed by a ‘Members Only - No Partners Allowed’ announcement nearer the time.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I am off to enjoy the Jeremy Brett film version of “The Hound of The Baskervilles” which I recorded off the telly this morning….
RC 16-10-12
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