Drip, drip, drip. I hear the rhythmic beating of the tap as I stir from my slumbers. Too early, the alarm is yet to burst into life. Try to put it out of my mind.
Drip, drip, drip. How come I didn't hear it last night?
Drip, drip... As if by a miracle it stops. Grateful for silence once again, I
Drip, drip, drip, it starts again. Semi-conscious now, I am able to discern
that the noise is not, in fact, a tap. As I awaken further, the sound is not a
"drip", but most definitely a quiet, methodical "crunch". The boy has been out
A good weekend, somewhat productive. Alice has - or
rather will have later today - a new bike. She has far outgrown her current bike. I wanted to wait until next spring, when hopefully
she would have grown enough for us to buy her a bike which would see her
straight through to age 11, but the pair of them badgered me into submission. Still,
not a bad idea, given the amount of money she got for her birthday. The major
step forward of this bike from the last, apart from size, is the addition
of six gears, which Alice is looking forward to trying out. So they pick it
up this afternoon and are planning on putting it through its paces in a nearby
This shopping trip aside, the only other excursion was a visit to the
supermarket, and indeed we were back home by Saturday lunchtime. Feeling the
need for fitness, on Saturday afternoon we cycled, en famille, across to the
next village (a massive couple of miles away), where we sat out in the garden of
the village pub, and I enjoyed a long, cool pint of beer. Ample reward...
On Saturday evening I completed some "work" - I had been
in the process of upgrading the servers in the office, and finished this off. Surprisingly straightforward, with each server just requiring a license key, then pretty much
upgrading itself all on its own. So now the servers are
running operating systems a mere three years old! I also took time
out to run an evaluation copy of some software which will tell me
who's been visiting the web sites.
Sunday was the same, only different. More work, this time continuing with an
ongoing project. None of us ventured out all day, although the day was so humid
that "going and doing" anything did not seem too bright. Even the boy, who spent
most of the morning playing with a vole he'd caught at about 7am, spent most of
the afternoon in "siesta" mode.
The only planned activity for the day (at least the only activity I had any
intention of doing!), a refreshing evening swim, was scuppered when we found
that all of the pools hereabouts closed at 5 o'clock on Sundays.
Obviously rapidly developing his hunting skills, Carlo caught some
more prey - this time a poor, tiny wren - later yesterday evening.
Given his penchant for eating birds (generally whole), he was subsequently banished into
the garden. Maisie, meanwhile, made brief appearences throughout, although since
I managed to deflea her (obtaining several battle scars in the process) she has
been on her guard against me.
And so we fast forward to this morning. No need to put any Iams out for the
PS - writing this on the train. Neither air conditioning nor open windows.
Feels like an oven. Will, I am sure, be in no fit state to do a day's work when
I get to London. Thank you, South West Trains.