Life, And Other Natural Disasters...

At the behest (and Fierce Eyebrows) of rock_bear , I finally bought an ironing board.  Now, I am the kind of guy who waxes lyrical over any form of clothing that is no-iron, and live my life in creased T-shirts.  However, one of my sets of bedlinen is 100% cotton and looks really scruffy when it comes out of the tumble drier.  So, this time, I ironed it and it looks sooo much better.  And I found it strangely theraputic to smooth out the wrinkles to the gentle hiss of steam and Kate Bush in the background.  Could this be a new beginning???

On other stuff, just took 2 days flex time vacation (much to the shock of utahmtnbear who was unaware of just how much vacation time we Brits get...) to potter about and catch up with stuff that has been a bit neglected over the last month or so.  The theatre had a production of Macbeth on; I ushered, but really wasn't interested interested in the show.  Just wanted to hang around and talk to people in the foyer while the show was on.  Had the beard trimmed on Saturday; pottered about on Sunday, with duty phone calls to rock_bear , utahmtnbear and kaoskrew .

So John, (name deleted) and myself decided to take a trip across La Manche to the land of garlic, cheese, Cognac and serious gastronomy. Caught the ferry, having got up at a godawful hour to place coffee into a bleary-eyed (name deleted)'s paw and push him into the shower. Ate exceptionally well on the ferry. Got to the hotel, sorted ourselves out and went for a walk, checking out restaurant menus as we walked, and ended up at the beach eating huge ice creams. Went back to hotel. Had siesta. Walked to chosed restaurant and dined regally, and were treated with the greatest of courtesy, since we were speaking French, unlike a lot of the other Brits in the restaurant. Waddled back to the hotel where (name deleted) and John had a nightcap, and I went to bed.
Sunday, got up, had a bath, woke up John and (name deleted) and trooped down for petit-dejeuner. Took another walk around town; checked out of the hotel, and took another walk to the beach before heading off to the ferry back to Portsmouth. Got on the ferry; cocked up our cabin reservation, by occupying the cabin of a rather sour-faced couple who didn't understand the concept of a sincere apology by mistake, thus throwing me into a hissy-fit. Bought lots of chocolate. Ate well on the (crowded) boat again. Staggered through the front door.
After all that gastronomy, started at the gym tonight. I think I'm going to suffer for it in the morning. Oh well...