Frettage

I have had this mug for around thirty years. I’m not sure when I first got it and it is now kept at my parents house for use when we visit. This is a good thing when you take into account the number of mugs that have disintegrated in our house for various reasons. So as you might have guessed we have been back with the kids’ grandparents for half-term week. There is therefore a glut of pictures which will be on Flickr when the next calendar month starts. Who said cheapskate for having the basic account?

Daughter does not want to go back to school despite having guitar lessons to look forward to. My wife actually owns an acoustic guitar and was told by an expert player some time ago that it needed stringing with nylon rather than steel. So a good proportion of yesterday was taken up with restringing. This was a nightmare and sounded like some form of torture that even the VP would not condone. However, to add to the frustrations of my ineptitude, there was the use of this job to assist in the learning of next week’s homophonic spellings.

“I KNEW it was a mistake to let daddy restring that guitar.”

“Never mind - if it breaks we can always get a NEW one.”

“If it does break, at least we shall have a PIECE each.”

“And we shall also get some PEACE.”

Comedians the lot of them! This is a pity because last week was quite relaxing. Various elements of the week were :-

A 16 pound Carp.
A fish that blows bubbles and tells the time.
Other fish that were literally belly-up.
Lots and lots of swans, geese and ducks.
Mushrooms – all inedible.
Soft landings for a small boy.
Herbs.
An Abbey.
A wet Witch and a cutting.
Hundreds of classic car magazines.
A tank (twice).
A british camp.
260 photographs.
Mud – lots of mud.
Only one wet day in the whole week.