Wednesday 15 October 2014


"Happy Birthday, Grandpa", said 9-year Sam, on the phone from Oslo. "What are you doing on your birthday?"  "I'm shopping in the supermarket", I said. Sam thought that was completely hilarious – definitely not the sort of thing any sensible Norwegian would do. As it happens, we had also fitted in 2 hours cruising to the middle of Middlewich, a 250 hour service to Erin Mae's engine, and a conversation with an upholsterer about cushions for the dinette area. Well, why not?

One of the best things about the day was the card from my best beloved. The front…

The inside…

Cats, you see, are the ones that poo all over the back garden at home, no matter how intelligent and well-socialised their owners may be. I just wish there was a law for them, equivalent to the one affecting dog-owners.

But that was yesterday, and now in this new year of my life we have started off along the Middlewich branch of the Shroppie to go back to Great Haywood by not-the-shortest-route. Delaying the inevitable.


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