We spent quite a big part of the day up in Telford celebrating my in laws' 40th wedding anniversary, a remarkable and lovely achievement. It was a celebration tinged with sadness as Derrick is so ill from prostate cancer, but he was having a better day and enjoyed everyone coming to share the occasion.
We got home to find the goats had broken out of Goatanamo and were playing on the rockery. I was tempted to use the gun I have borrowed to deal with the rabbit invasion but common sense prevailed and we sat in the sun drinking tea and watched their antics. Mad Keith the technohermit called in, we are now considered by him to OK and as such he feels able to pop round, drink our tea, eat our biscuits and pass on hermit wisdom. Current gems include stories about his uncle Jim, who he is named after (how?) and how his cat who has no name keeps letting live mice loose in his cave.
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