Hello there one and all. I have a feeling the number of people reading this blog is not far off one now. It's entirely my fault, as I appear to have blogged something like 3 times during the whole of March.

Well, I'm home in Foxcote, Cheltenham. Quite a lot has happened since I've got here.

Thursday we went around a bit. Went to try and find a replacement wheel trim for my mum's car as one had fallen off. Sadly, there were none of the right sort at the scrap yard I normally go to, so we got a brand new shiny one from Haines and Strange. It was wrapped in several air-tight thick plastic bags. It looked quite amusing on the car at first, as the rest of it looks like a shed at the moment. We went to Tewkesbury for lunch, to a place called J Tea's or something strange like that, and I had a rather impressive all day breakfast, and Rosie had a cheese sandwich. We went through several quaint villages on the way back to Cheltenham. We went to Travis Perkins to buy some timber for some cupboards we're building here. When we got home, I cut some of the grass, while Rosie walked/ran the dog. In the evening we went to Weatherspoon's with Faith and her friends, before taking her to Tesco to buy a magazine she had vouchers for.

Went to Gloucester with Rosie on Friday. We had lunch in the Eastgate shopping centre. Truly a delightful place, he says with a degree of irony. The market seems to specialise in old ladies' nightdresses now. We went to the docks and Rosie got well excited when a boat went through the lock into the dock. I dutifully waved at the school kids on board. It wasn't a bad trip though. We went up Cleeve Hill for a walk on the way home.

Yesterday evening was my Dad's 50th Birthday thing. 20 something people (quantity, not age) went to a pub called the Somerset Arms in Leckhampton (area of Cheltenham) where we had hired out the skittle alley for the night. Rosie and I were both very, very fluky for a bit, but then at the same time, our luck ran out. It's a game that doesn't entirely rely on skill. The balls are only roughly round, the floor is very roughly flat, and the skittles are about as chipped as a bag of McCaine's. It went well. My Gran was a mean hand with the skittles. People kept buying me drinks. It was splendid.