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Oct. 3rd, 2011
Today I made the most of the last warm day in the south before this heatwave finally cools off. That was the plan, however, it got a bit too windy to fully stay outside and read a newspaper. I think I got the best tan yesterday anyway!
Last night up at the Dover Castle. The lads had their usual Sunday sing song, . Tim sang on four songs. The gals next door came up too with Zoe going all gaga over one of the cheeses on the cheese board, a spicy chilli flavoured one. I devoured the soft blue cheese ones as well as that spicy one.
I watched Spooks before I walked up to the pub , as this is the very last series. One of the best dramas on TV alongside Dr.Who. The final episode in the sixth series of Dr.Who was terrific, and I look forward to the Xmas special.
Started reading or dipping into the Benn diaries, that is Tony Benn the respected Labour Party politician in between moments of reading Flaubert or “Dubliners” by Joyce.
I am one of those flaneurs who occasionally record events in this bucolic idyll that is known as Teynham, such as the recent changes at the local post office. Much could be said about what goes on in the pub (a couple having it off in the toilets),or even outside of it, but for reasons of self censorship, I will not divulge here. I am not one for tittle tattle.
Last night up at the Dover Castle. The lads had their usual Sunday sing song, . Tim sang on four songs. The gals next door came up too with Zoe going all gaga over one of the cheeses on the cheese board, a spicy chilli flavoured one. I devoured the soft blue cheese ones as well as that spicy one.
I watched Spooks before I walked up to the pub , as this is the very last series. One of the best dramas on TV alongside Dr.Who. The final episode in the sixth series of Dr.Who was terrific, and I look forward to the Xmas special.
Started reading or dipping into the Benn diaries, that is Tony Benn the respected Labour Party politician in between moments of reading Flaubert or “Dubliners” by Joyce.
I am one of those flaneurs who occasionally record events in this bucolic idyll that is known as Teynham, such as the recent changes at the local post office. Much could be said about what goes on in the pub (a couple having it off in the toilets),or even outside of it, but for reasons of self censorship, I will not divulge here. I am not one for tittle tattle.
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