Yesterday we received a letter from the police looking for information about a burglary in our area. It's worrying that there are burglaries taking place in our area, but it is clear that these villains were highly motivated specialists: "It is at this time believed that the persons responsible for the crime used a wheel barrow to remove a stolen fish tank and transport it along ?????? Road towards the main A??? ?????? Road."
Are our goldfish safe?
In a conversation with <3 the subject of Christmas presents came up and what we both wanted. To be honest, I've really not been thinking about Christmas this year, and the best present I can think of is a happy and healthy wife and baby. But, just for the sake of greed, I'll point out my running wish list which has some ideas on. It's getting more music (and specifically harmonica) centred these days, but what can you do?
That was quite some weekend... Friday after work <3 and I drove to Heathrow to pick up F., then zapped over to Blackwood to crash with I. & E., who welcomed us with a log fire and a big bowl of chicken soup. Saturday morning we set off in convoy to Little Haven, a Pembrokeshire village, nestled in a tiny valley on the coast near Haverfordwest, where we were attending this year's banquet.
This year was set in the Byzantine Empire and presented more-or-less Roman style, with a series of tables carried in, each laden with food and placed amongst a group of reclining banqueters. Food was plentiful and included the now legendary beef-cooked-like-bear, baby octopi, quail, stuffed squashes, venison, cheese, baklava, and more other stuff than I can remember. Drink flowed freely, and due to problems related to everyone eating from the cushion-strewn floor, occasionally flowed across said floor, which got a bit sticky from mead and ale in places. Songs were sung (I'm pleased to say that we managed to find the words to "Old MacDonald" and other songs in Latin) and much silliness occurred.
The next day we had to leave fairly early in order to get F. back for her flight from Heathrow, but managed to do this in good time, introducing her to almost the entire length of the M4 and (including the trip down) no less than five service stations (note: we even got free steamed milk for <3 at the Swansea West services, which shocked and pleased us in equal measure). A great weekend, though I still need a couple of days to relax.
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| Milling and chatting before things got started. Thanks to F. for the pic. |
