Thursday, July 2, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
And if that doesn't gladden the heart, I don't know what will.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
A scene of disarray
The Second Battle of the Chamla Valley did not go as well as the first. I arrived home recently to the now all too familiar eye watering small of male cat. It emerged that BBC (Big Black Cat) had returned and that there had been another border action between him and Sir Harry Flashman VC. Unfortunately the engagement was not restricted to the kitchen or the hall, both of which are relatively easy to fumigate.
In this case the smell of Satan’s sock drawer was emanating from that holiest of holies the War Room. Closer inspection revealed that the Chamla Valley had been the site of a second engagement. From the fur left behind it would appear that Flashman was not unscathed, but that he seemed to have had the best of it. The mat has received an airing and a thorough going over with Fabreeze and seems to be OK.
Still, up with this we will not put. I had not anticipated a second tribal uprising so soon after the first.
A happier scene
A happier scene
In happier news, one of the pleasures of existence is seeing new life ushered into the world. I saw these little chaps on the way to work recently and they were doing very well. I got close enough to snap a quick picture, but made sure to steer clear of Mummy & Daddy who would no doubt make their displeasure felt. It was a wonderful sight and left me smiling for the rest of the day. More of this please.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
That is if Teh Guardian is still issuing fatwas.
Whenwhile, the second sentry from the Mallows decided not to risk running for the gate and started to climb the wall. Meanwhile, the Royal Artillery failed to silence my gun.
De Gormaine was unsurprised, "What does he expect dressing in blue like that? Might as well employ a bloody tradesman."
But this rally of Afghan luck was short lived. I sprang my cavalry at the flank of the Irregulars led by none other by than the fierce chieftain (and noted dancer) Ifyacancan Khan. I can only presume that this mighty warrior had indulged in a sneaky bacon sandwich early in the weak, because fortune was not smiling on him today. A botched charge roll (a total of 8 on 5d6) left him hanging in the air, short of his target and worrying close to the Mallows.
Meanwhile, a lone figure watched from the hill (packing material from Mrs. Kinch's steam mop - women ask for the strangest things for Valentines Day), taking careful note of all that occurred.