...by the old canal

Regular readers might recall Sept 13th, we made reference to Diamond's old old friend-of-the-family, Ella, given to saying "I'm nearly 84, you know" as soon as she is past her 83rd Birthday. Well, she's currently "nearly 90" or so. Mum tells us that Ella, Bless Her, had become concerned that Diamond might be struggling for money, being "off work sick" and all that, and had offered to top up her phone card for her.

Diamond, touched by the generosity and sweet ness of this, tried to phone Ella back, but only getting the son ( "our Stanley" ) heard that Ella was out with her "fella". Apparently each Thursday, Ella goes out walking with her "young man" down by the old canal (the guy's got to be 75 if he's a day). How sweet is that? Go Ella.

The H and myself are whizzed off to Reculver for a walk, but the carpark, pub and the whole place are crawling with "Race of Life" push-bike riders (it's a Cancer Research charity thing). There's a queue to park. We turn tail and race up to the free, uncongested end, the Bishopstone carpark.

Dad has some fun helping a bloke launch a stunt-kite, and then we have some fun racing around barking at the ruffling, wind-scream whooshing noises of it as it whizzes low over head

Do you realise, this is our 700th posting? You'd think with that much practise, it should be quite interesting by now, wouldn't you........

Hope you're enjoying the weekend.
Deefski

Glam'd up

Well, we all survived our "posh frocks" party, where Mum's "team" of ladies turned up glam'd to the nines (Poor Dad - it's a tough life being the only rooster in the henhouse!) and Mum did "hostess with the mostest". They all had a good time, and we even sneaked a bit of cheese and biscuits off one of them when no-one was looking. My, but they can talk (and laugh!). The food was (allegedly) a great success but the main course being salmon and nobody fancying a race to the vets, we didn't get any! Referee!

Dad had to work this morning (those Supermarkets just never sleep at this time of year) but was back at mid-day so plenty of time to take us for a misty moisty walk in Challock Forest. We dropped Mum off at Diamond's on the way round and collected her on the way back). We met an 8 month old bouncy Labrador called Ella, owned by a Polish guy and out walking with him and his son. I found the bouncy lab all a bit much and resorted to my "drama queen" squeaks till she backed off a bit.

Now we're all home and chilling out. Mum's watching an episode of "House" on TV and Dad's sipping on a small Calvados.

Nearly there!
Deefer