Monday 20th October

Bex and I caught the bus into town this morning, she went off to work and I had a few bits to do before my aqua aerobics class at 10am.
The cow (with the twisted nose) came to say hello, while we waited at the bus stop... warranted a quick photo.

 Got a lift back home before lunch and then met my 'chemo' tennis player for an inaugural game of singles... neither of us particularly fit at the present time, so fairly evenly matched, and of course both still competitive!

 Another trip to the Supermarket before calling on a dear friend who has had some pretty devastating news this week, but as someone once told me "Cancer is a diagnosis, not a death sentence". A small crumb of comfort when I know she is feeling like she is in a living nightmare, or repeated car crash.

A big thank you to LT for another amazing supper tonight, it is SO kind......and one the whole family appreciate...

A few folks have asked for a reinstatement of Tom's blog posts as he is so' funny'... we all need a good 'Belly' laugh from time to time...

Dont panic everybody, im here.

I had a bad day today and then when i got home I was labelled immediately as 'grumpy' by mum, which is exactly what you want when you're grumpy.  I got her back by repeatedly asking her 'mum whats this?' whilst holding a new frying pan; an act which drove her crazy to the point where she almost swore.  Needless to say I had the last laugh but no one else seemed to find it funny.  How she can't tell when i'm winding her up is something that i would have thought she would have learnt by now.

On to more important matters - bonfire night is approaching.  The night where you can essentially commit arson and go and buy as many explosives as you want from a shop (probably against your fathers wishes);  it's almost like it was designed for me.  As there is no bonfire at St Martins this year I have decided to hold my own exclusive bonfire night party (no St Ouennais).  The good news is that this year I have license to create an 'out of control inferno' of a bonfire because I have a fireman on hand, which means whatever happens it's technically 'safe'.

Entertainment for the evening will involve a few things.  I have asked attendees to bring objects that they want to burn so that we can conduct a 'will it burn?' experiment.  I can guarantee that whatever it is, the answer is yes, it will burn.  Objects will have to be restricted to anything that isn't pressurised or made of lithium.  These definitely will burn, but will probably do so unexpectedly and 'Captain Safety' (Jack Luce) might get upset.  I'm going to get him a yellow reflective jacket and write that name on it so that everyone knows who's responsible if any accidents happen.

Secondly there's the fireworks.  I'm super responsible so I will be informing the neighbours of this event.  The dog is a gun dog so apparently will be fine, but the horses in the nearby field may enjoy them quite so much.  The display purports to be a large one equal or exceeding the size of the usual (pathetic) one put on by Starburst fireworks.  I'm going to be dictating the firing arrangements, and therefore it will be at least 10 times more fun for everyone involved.  No more boring fireworks, just enormous rockets so large that whenever one explodes I will be able to actually feel my wallet get a little lighter.

Its a good job this only comes round once a year.