Sometimes ones offspring can really penetrate the nasal organ. Just had a text from the boy, him as lives in Tenerife. Not only is he wandering around in shorts but he's just downloaded forty five Tom and Jerry cartoons, the real ones, directed by good old Fred Quimby. Tough old life he's got.
Meanwhile here we sit at Norbury, watching the rain run down the windows and listening to the wind howl. The same wind that yesterday blew our aluminium walkashore off the roof and into the cut, along with the shaft and very nearly the satellite dish, rescued by a fellow boater in the nick of time. My thanks to the kind chap.
When we arrived here on Thursday we spotted that Seyella was just beyond the bridge so we went and said "Hi" to Geoff and Mags, they kindly invited us aboard and we sat and put the world to rights. Always enjoy chatting to fellow bloggers.
Friday we collected a car from Enterprise in Stafford and then had a stroll around the town. For all the time we've spent on this stretch of the Shroppie it was the first time we had visited the county town. Pleasantly surprised, good shopping centre with a lot of independent shops.
Just hoping I can find enough signal to post this lot.
Watch this space........