I’ve had a really good weekend. Ben and Anna came to see me. Ben is my son or I think he is, it’s a wise child that is certain who it’s father is and visa versa for paters. It’s one of those things that has to be taken on trust. Anna is someone else's daughter. I hope she is, I should have asked her what her mum is called. Anna is Ben’s girlfriend and after this trip I hope she is my friend. I’ve met her a couple of times before and she was very quiet. She was fine this weekend, just right, chatty and just falling short of bossy, a perfect lass. I expect that will change if I'm not careful, I’ll have to limit her exposure to me and stop exposing myself when she is around. Ben.
I fed them like royalty, showed them the sights. The waterfall was pathetic, a trickle of itself when it’s in spate, the weather was misty and dull.
I didn’t take many photographs, it’s an anti-social habit. This morning I collected some Dock leaves, Grasses and what I think was a Copse Snail it shot in it’s shell so I said Brian stay there, you’ll be fine and popped him in my jacket pocket. I don’t know where he’s gone. He isn’t a small snail about an inch across inside his shell and much bigger going along. Lord knows where he is. I was going to set him up with food and time lapse him. I never thought I could lose a snail.
I’m waiting for a new outside door handle. I don’t know for sure who broke it but I suspect his name begins with a ‘B’ and the second letter wasn’t a ‘R’. It’s been an expensive weekend.
Have a great week.