The owl and the Pussycat

Went to sea?

So I went to see.

The owl.... I will in future adopt his majestic demeanour, and be all wise, all knowing, and rarely turn my gaze upon things which make much noise.

The boat? Well it didn't quite do what boats are supposed to do. My thoughts are with the captain, who swam ashore and ate a hearty dinner...and wrapped himself round a goodly quantity of Gronstedts Extra I shouldn't wonder.

On the way home he no doubt had a moment to savour life at 59 North. Perhaps the lights over the water cheered him on his way back to Gamly?

A turn of the page...

Dear reader,

You have indeed been most patient; for it is some considerable time since we last presented diodes, buffering, restaurant and theatre criticism, and that specialism which keeps you all in blissful anticipation...laser guided telemetry.

Been back to Blighty where all was as it should be. In fact England made me welcome with sparkling skies, cold crisp air, superb food prepared by unpretentious people with such excellent quality ingredients that one wonders why English cooking gets a bad rap. Then of course one remembers the reasons...and all is ok.

Little fellow is given less to growling these days and more to puddle stamping in wellies, occasional light reading, ignoring the Christmas panto and generally asserting himslef into the world, which is just how it should be.

Pinga and flying Ant are in the planning stage. All goes well here too. Seperately, Much decoration of bedroom ensued and the degree of quality was truly astounding.

Big fellow is blipping...but less than required. Still blips are serious business. One so shouldn't mess with blip management.....and always and handy big fellow when it comes to installing Christmas!

Back in 59 north? Well it's strange to say the least. More to follow.......Needing some constancy!

More soon...but welcome back.