Little fellow, Big fellow and Bologna

Today dear readers I took Little Fellow to the park, and I am happy to report he is back on-form. He challenged mightily the electricity substation for we fear it holds dragons or certainly something which captures his imagination such that it needs a damn good growling at. And growled he did..until he was distracted by cake and moved valliantly on to feed cake to the ducks...quacking mightily as he went lest thay should not notice the largesse of the cake.

Later after quacking and growling, I enjoyed one of Mol's classic dishes. Always a favourite, the Bolognaise was eating very nicely and along with a solid red I felt heartened. A good 7/10 and with a little inside tip this could go on to reach the heights.

A brief conversation with Big Fellow revealed another good week in blip control and preparations in hand for the distaff invasion. Go on Big Fellow co-ordinate them up Beaulieu and down Hengistbury. You can do it.

Anyway, after Bol, Jonath returned and made visuals of the data stored within my music-pod the like of which no man has ever seen. Some of the data was apparently legible to a mortal man, how strange is that.

ps Happy (late) Birthday Jonath.

So, a day of quacking and growling, Bolognaising and chatting. Good start to the weekend then.