I’ll tell the story properly tomorrow. Today, after a round trip of about 320 miles into England and back, I’m just a little too tired to do it justice. I don’t enjoy long distance driving anymore, even with Graham by my side to jolly things up. Nevertheless, it was fun.

Crossing over the border
The house still smells of fish pie–delicious and sustaining though it was, we simply must ventilate better when doing a fish dish in future.
Last night’s opening into Stargate Atlantis (series 1, programme 1) was a resounding success. It’s a double length episode, so we had to chop it off in midstream–finishing it tonight. For some reason I find it impossible to remember Atlantis, so I’ve taken to calling it Stargate Asparagus, which works just as well.
It was good to get home. England, south-east England, seems to be on some other planet now, and the natives are not entirely friendly.
Long trips get more tiring the more mature we become.
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Aah at least you can just drive to England, something I throw a penny in the wishing well, and wish for often
Look forward to the entry tomorrow, and by the way….Thank you for adding me to your blogroll !
Rest up !
I can relate to long trips and I won’t be driving.
Long drives tire me out too. I loved the Stargate Atlantis series, you’re in for a treat. Did you know there will be a new Stargate series this fall? This one will be starring Robert Carlyle. Can’t wait.
Funny, and not terribly attractive, either, how the memories of ‘fish’ linger on and on, long after the feast has been devoured. Maybe open the windows and pray for a short gale?’
That does seem an awful lot of driving, John, for just a day, especially if you have to traverse any little wee, narrow lanes. Hope most was on the big roads and well-marked. Hope it was worth it. Can’t wait for the details. Also, I’m really sorry that the wandering son wasn’t welcomed back with open arms, exactly!
320 miles -each- way? hard driving.
No gale, Mary Lee, just the gentle breezes of spring will clear the fish away until nothing lingers but the waft of early lilies of the valley. But Dolly might complain about the draft though!
Hugs from Hamburg, Satalya
PS. John, I’ve sent you two pictures!