Spam, Spam, Strawberry Jam

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The ones by non-native English speakers are always the most entertaining.  Keep it up, spammers 0r rather, ‘At all times care for it up!’  What would I do for a laugh without you?  Well, I suppose I’ve always got Mark….

So… today I have been to church where I did the prayers, then came back and caught up with Dr Who from last night (good episode, I thought) after which we performed the usual Sunday ritual of watching ‘Casualty.’  Yes, other people have their roast beef dinners; we have tomato soup and watch a blood-soaked soap.  So it’s only now, accompanied by the sound of Mark chipping away at the toilet (don’t ask) that I am able to speak to you.  And the news is that we may be going camping in June if we can get it together : the next few weeks will see me delving in obscure cupboards and extracting unruly lumps of nylon with sharp and dangly bits looking like some Harry Potter monster and then seeing if I can find the kettle.  I know we have a kettle but as I recall it’s the one thing I can never find.  The camp is happening in the Peak District and I hope we can make it as we may not manage another holiday this year.

The wine is fizzing nicely although puzzlingly there aren’t any bubbles passing through the air-lock.  There must be at some point but I’ve stood there and watched for several minutes without seeing one, so that’s weird.

Other than that I haven’t done much as I’m feeling tired.  Off now to have a nap.  Yesim’s tonight where it’s the first anniversary!  I’ve written a couple of extra verses of the Yesim’s Music Circle Song!

Kirk out