Saturday 29 January 2011

THE DAY I SPEAK OF FRANK BRUNO'S UNDERWEAR

There are about 100 billion stars in our galaxy and I understand that on a clear/ dark night you should be able to see about two thousand or so. Well last night the only cloud visible was the cloud of the many thousand stars making up the Milky Way in a dark black Norfolk sky. It was so vivid that I pestered both Alison and then Stephen to go out side and take a look and it was so dark that we literally couldn't see our hands in front of our faces, quite extraordinary. The sensory experience was further enhanced by the soft dry silence that engulfed us as we stood in awe at the night sky.
I have talked about these fantastic unpolluted night skies before and when we are up and running it is definitely something worth coming to see.

We moved from Sussex in June to temporary accommodation near Kings Lynn for 6 months before buying and finally moving into this house in November.  For that 6 months we only unpacked the boxes that we needed to survive and where possible all of the food. Well today I sat down for a nice cup of tea, took a big gulp and blaaahhhh. It tasted disgusting as musty as an old pair of Frank Bruno's post match Jockey shorts having been left in a damp room for the last ten years then liquidised, rolled out as a thin layer of pulp, dried shredded and put in to a tea bag. In short, not nice. So either the tea had gone bad or it was one of my daughters posh teas, lapsang shoeshine or Hurl Grey or the like (dis-like).

QUIZ
(Just for fun)
(And absolutely no prizes)

Since moving in and starting the decorating I have been perplexed at the amount of nails that there are in the walls. They are in just about every wall in every room and I have to admit to being so sad that I have counted them all although in fairness just so I could tell you lot, because, there really is an unusually high volume of nails in walls here! So forgetting the curtain tie backs, the hooks for the saucepans and for the mugs how many nails and the very few screws do you think there were banged into the internal walls?

Answer will be revealed tomorrow, or when ever I bother to blog, so chill out until then - hakuna matata.




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