On old men who hiss, and other matters...

Well, not much to report really. Tuesday night was Irish Natasha's surprise birthday party which was quite a good laugh, other than that we have been to George's Meeting House (second time in one week...), experienced the wonder that is Pie Shop Wednesday (homity pie all the way!), and I have been hissed at by an old man. I would love to explain why the old man was hissing at me, but I honestly can't. I can only suggest I did something which offended him. If you are out there, old man, I apologise, come and have a reconciliatry cup of tea some time.

I still do not own a mobile phone at present, but this hasn't really had too much of a detrimental effect on things, to be honest. This is possibly because if anybody has texted me urgently I don't know about it, but there we are. One is on its way to me imminently from the Butler household, to whom I am very, very grateful.

And now I must go and buy some novelty english socks (don't ask..) have a seminar, and then this afternoon I will do some work...