A Series of Interesting Events

Recently I have been a hellishly shit blogger. I'm sorry about that. The reason for this is that we havent been on any outings or visits or adventures, really since the Pinewood escapade. We have to return to Pinewood in a couple of weeks, to look at a room in the house of a very nice sounding woman called Maxine. Maxine feels I need to look at the room before I agree to rent it, I feel that as she's charging £300 for it, I'd rent a bloody cupboard. Also she's the only woman I've called, and now I like her so much that I'd feel like I was betraying her to call someone else. I must learn not to form such attachments so quickly. As far as staying with Bendy goes, I havent asked her yet, or even really mentioned it. This makes the following text, received just moments ago, slightly bizarre - 'of course u can stay with us whenever/if ever yr Course brings u here x'. Great news, but how does she know!? The possibilities I can think of are as follows - either one of my parents has asked her for me, or she has read the previous blog entry. If the latter, how does she know of the blog in the first place, and what does she think about the description of Bill? It's sweet that she's written 'u' though isnt it. I'll text her back in a minute.

Forgive me, I digress. Since the Pinewood expedition, Ray and I havent done any big trips. We've seen each other most days, so we've done things, just not Big Things. On Friday she came over and we had a barbeque (I refuse to write bbq, I simply refuse) with Dad'n'Ange which was excellent. It started with a sausage and onion course, then a beef kebab course, then a corn on the cob course, and finally a burger course. The benefit of doing barbeques in courses, is that the chef gets to relax and eat with the group. It eliminates the pressure element of outside cooking. I was going to write 'it eliminates the pressure element of outside catering' which I feel is quite a good pun, but I also feel that it's a bit loose as a joke, and it's confusing for the reader, who after that would be likely to get my parents mixed up and nobody wants that. Outside cooking.

Before the barbeque, Ray and I attempted the great outdoors activity of Frisbee. We found a frisbee underneath my car and threw it around a little. It wasnt a very good frisbee, it was cracked for one thing. Probably a result having been ran over a few times I shouldnt wonder. Ray turned out to be an excellent frisbee player, completely un-phased by the rapidly growing hole and the dogs running around barking at it. I wasnt so good. I didnt catch it once, and every time it came in my direction I would find myself running like the wind, only to find that the wind was moving in the opposite direction to me and taking the frisbee with it. I had the sun in my eyes for a while, but I dont count that as an excuse. Eventually Oscar caught the frisbee and sat down with it, happily chewing it into innumerable pieces that will one day put my dear father in a rage by breaking his lawn mover.

Saturday and Sunday I had to work, which is fine, if dull. Sunday weddings always confuse me, because I dont expect them. Thus come Monday morning, I think it's Sunday . This often continues all week. For example I am currently convinced that it's Monday, when in fact I have many items of evidence to suggest that it's Tuesday. Fact of the matter is, yesterday was Monday, and when Ray came round we found ourselves a new dance to learn. This dance, in fact (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqZORAOGl0s). It is exhausting. I think we did one run through and collapsed. Then we rang Dominoes and ordered pizza. This was bad, but so, so good. I have beef with Dominoes, dear reader. You may remember some time ago, Dominoes ran a TV advert which showed an alien on the moon ordering pizza, and the delivery boy cycling up to the moon in the manner of ET, and delivering the pizza to the hungry alien. The tagline read 'piping hot, delivered anywhere', yet when I rang them to request delivery I was told they dont deliver to my house. 'But, but, you deliver to the moon!' I cried, clearly quite upset by the whole thing. The advert got taken of air soon after that I think, although I doubt it was my influence. So yesterday I rang them, and we had to go and pick it up from Chichester. I tried to play the game on the phone where you fit as many Steps songs into the conversation as possible. My target was 12. I achieved 0. A very poor effort, but she asked such direct questions!

Something odd happened yesterday. I was getting dressed and there was a knock on the door. I answered it, and found a delivery man standing on the step. 'Sign here' he barked at me. I signed, he handed me a box and promptly drove away. The box had my name on it, and my address. Intrigued, I opened the box. Inside was a garden gnome. This is odd for many reasons, most notably that I didnt order a garden gnome. Someone has sent me a garden gnome. He's perfectly sweet, I just dont understand him. He looks like this (http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/images/B00163SGLK/ref=dp_image_0?ie=UTF8&n=11052671&s=outdoors) and if ordered from Amazon, cost £6.84.

When Ray was a child, she and her brother used to watch some mad films. Fern Gully is one, and the Legend of Lochnagar is another. I've never heard of either, although the Legend was written by Prince Charles apparently. Ray has purchased both of these, and soon we shall watch them. Last night however, we watched a film from my childhood - In Search of the Castaways. Basic gist? Hayley Mills and a mad French man trawl the earth looking for her father who's message in a bottle has been found in the stomach of a shark caught by the French Man. They encounter an earthquake, and a serious flood, Hayley's little brother is caught by a Condor. They have to live in a tree, with a leopard, which then gets struck by lightning. Their ship is hijacked by criminals, and they get put into a Maori jail, where they meet Bill Gaye - a complete mentalist who uses a rope made of hair and old pants to help them all escape. Hayley and her brother are reunited with their father and all is well.

Tonight, we plan to sit in my garden and look North East. There hopefully will be a meteor shower to end all meteor showers, and we shall witness it. I dont know about you but I have never seen a meteor shower before, so I am excited.