13 June
We had a very good day yesterday even though it was
Friday 13th; you see, we are not superstitious in any way, so not
worrying about, indeed in forgetting all about it, we were not in the least bit
worried about being out and about on that day. Actually, we hadn’t even noticed
until we were back home. So much for silly superstitions eh … … …
Today I was meaning to get all yesterday’s photos
sorted out but late on Thursday evening I found out our small fish tank was
leaking. It was far too late to get for a new one, so Jan transferred the fish
into a bucket she has stashed away somewhere and the old tank is now in the
bin. So today we now have to go out for an hour. Ah well … needs much I
suppose.
The fish (cold water fish by the way two goldfish and
a few mountain minnows), are just about the only pest we now allowed. It’s part
of the tenancy you see. If we had a dog when we moved in, that would be OK but
we couldn’t replace it at later date. I was a tad upset about that really cos
what I really wanted to do was to knock out the ceiling so I could get me baby giraffe
in. They said ‘No’ with a bit of sly smile. Sad init, no sense of adventure
these council folk.
Back to yesterday then; we thought we’d left early
enough to arrive in Minsmere in good time. What I hadn’t calculate in was the
three sets of road works and a slow moving wide load on the A14 that took up
both lanes. It had a police escort too. One we arrived we were OK and got off
round the site doing as much as we had planned.
Next item on the agenda was a ride up to Southwold for
a look around. Now I’m wondering why we bothered. We didn’t get even to one
photo there. I did see two building I liked though. They were really nice, one
with large double bays about 20 feet across at the wall. The other was opposite
the pier and was four of five stories high and had a tower on the one corner.
Very nice, both of them.
After around 14 hours out (our longest day in a long
time) we got home very tired and happy. Photo counts were 143 for me, 397 for
Jan. Now comes the even longer job of sorting them out.
History lesson time … Fairly close to home today with
the Battle of Naseby in 1645. During my time with the OU I went down to site,
just off the A14 for a look at the site. I was a bit disappointed by it really.
There was a monument standing on the edge of a large slopping field; and that
was it. Much better is the site if the defeat of Dickie 3 at Market Bosworth.
Now that is well worth having a look at. Not only that, there’s a micro-brewery
called Battlefield there. They produce some very fine ales there too!
So for a photo then …
A house sparrow just outside our
back door.
And the Sage has spoken …
At a wine merchant's, the regular taster died and
the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A
drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position. The director
of the factory wondered how to send him away. They gave him a glass to drink.
He tried
it and said, "It's a Muscat, three Years old, grown on a north slope,
matured in steel containers". Low grade but acceptable.
"That's
correct", said the boss.
Another
glass.... "It's a cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak
barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest
results.."
"Correct."
A third
glass...
''It's a
pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive'' calmly said the drunk..
The director
was astonished. He winked at his secretary to suggest something. She left the
room, and came back in with a glass of urine. The alcoholic tried it..
"It's
a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if you don't give me the job,
I'll name the father."
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