Finally made it as far as Wednesday, and to be honest I'm feeling worn out already. It's been hectic in the wake of the Badman and I's recent bout of sitting in a tree and waiting.
Monday night found me whizzing off in the roller skate to Kate Middleton's educational hometown of Marlborough. Needless to say she wasn't about, but good old Johnnie was along with A (who's father-in-law has passed on, and we will be visiting with next week for the funeral - just as an aside, there's been alot of that about lately, and here's hoping that we've seen the end of it for a while).
So having spent sometime with Mrs H and the kids, including a particularly enjoyable bedtime story in the form of Mr Mischief, we headed off to a local curry house in the middle of nowhere.
The Palm Indian Restaurant is an excellent eatery, and highly recommended should you find yourself "out in the sticks" and in need of sustenance.
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We ate and caught up with the general goings on which when all is said and done made for a superb way to spend an evening. Clearly something we don't do often enough, but then if we did it all the time, I suspect we'd appreciate it far less. We rounded off the evening with a quick beer and a game of "Heads or Tails" (far more complicated than it sounds) in "The Lamb Inn" on the parade in Marlborough.
Tuesday had the badman and I meeting up at my hollowed out volcano. As we've been playing the role of a sleeper cell so well for the last week or so, it was long overdue that he should get the grand tour of our armaments and in particular the sentinent rabbits that patrol the grounds on the look out for agents trying to infiltrate the base and gain knowledge of the grand schemes within. He'd passed the background security checks, and was blindfolded for the last leg of his journey to the hidden base, so luckily he still doesn't know exactly where it is.
He also had to get his Bike serviced at a local garage, so it made perfect sense.
We got some good work done and had a bite to eat down at the docks before returning to the lair and planning an assault on a local Starfleet office on Wednesday.
In point of fact, the Wednesday trip was all about our Mid-year reviews with our soon-to-be-retired manager. I for one will miss him, just because in the short time I've worked with him, he's helped me through one of the toughest times I've had since joining the Starfleet crew. I'm not going to go on about it - you can get snippets of it from elsewhere in the blog - but he's been a most helpful rock, along with the badman. Without them I'm pretty certain I would have lost all faith in the exploration of deep space and probably have beamed down to an isolated planet to be consumed by tribbles (and troubles no doubt). As a result of their efforts my eyes have been opened to the wider, more useful and appreciated elements of Starfleet and as such I'm no happy to be here.
The review went well, and past pain is all but forgotten. I feel I can't let this moment pass completely without giving a nod of thanks towards Stretch as well, for it was he who pointed out the need for the role that I now fulfil. As such I owe him more than just a couple of beers of thanks.... possibly as as many as three and a half.
But he can save them up for the next time our paths cross. They won't be forgotten.
In the evening, being in such a good mood as a result of the review I decided to treat Mrs G and Daughter to a visit to one of our local eateries for a spot of dining out. A "trip to the teddy" actually means we'll go to the King Edward the VIII public house for a bite to eat and a go at the quiz. Food was poor as was the quiz, but we didn't care. We have eachother and so a good time was had by the three of us. Good times.
This post originally appeared here: Posterous
Monday night found me whizzing off in the roller skate to Kate Middleton's educational hometown of Marlborough. Needless to say she wasn't about, but good old Johnnie was along with A (who's father-in-law has passed on, and we will be visiting with next week for the funeral - just as an aside, there's been alot of that about lately, and here's hoping that we've seen the end of it for a while).
So having spent sometime with Mrs H and the kids, including a particularly enjoyable bedtime story in the form of Mr Mischief, we headed off to a local curry house in the middle of nowhere.
The Palm Indian Restaurant is an excellent eatery, and highly recommended should you find yourself "out in the sticks" and in need of sustenance.
View Larger Map
We ate and caught up with the general goings on which when all is said and done made for a superb way to spend an evening. Clearly something we don't do often enough, but then if we did it all the time, I suspect we'd appreciate it far less. We rounded off the evening with a quick beer and a game of "Heads or Tails" (far more complicated than it sounds) in "The Lamb Inn" on the parade in Marlborough.
Tuesday had the badman and I meeting up at my hollowed out volcano. As we've been playing the role of a sleeper cell so well for the last week or so, it was long overdue that he should get the grand tour of our armaments and in particular the sentinent rabbits that patrol the grounds on the look out for agents trying to infiltrate the base and gain knowledge of the grand schemes within. He'd passed the background security checks, and was blindfolded for the last leg of his journey to the hidden base, so luckily he still doesn't know exactly where it is.
He also had to get his Bike serviced at a local garage, so it made perfect sense.
We got some good work done and had a bite to eat down at the docks before returning to the lair and planning an assault on a local Starfleet office on Wednesday.
In point of fact, the Wednesday trip was all about our Mid-year reviews with our soon-to-be-retired manager. I for one will miss him, just because in the short time I've worked with him, he's helped me through one of the toughest times I've had since joining the Starfleet crew. I'm not going to go on about it - you can get snippets of it from elsewhere in the blog - but he's been a most helpful rock, along with the badman. Without them I'm pretty certain I would have lost all faith in the exploration of deep space and probably have beamed down to an isolated planet to be consumed by tribbles (and troubles no doubt). As a result of their efforts my eyes have been opened to the wider, more useful and appreciated elements of Starfleet and as such I'm no happy to be here.
The review went well, and past pain is all but forgotten. I feel I can't let this moment pass completely without giving a nod of thanks towards Stretch as well, for it was he who pointed out the need for the role that I now fulfil. As such I owe him more than just a couple of beers of thanks.... possibly as as many as three and a half.
But he can save them up for the next time our paths cross. They won't be forgotten.
In the evening, being in such a good mood as a result of the review I decided to treat Mrs G and Daughter to a visit to one of our local eateries for a spot of dining out. A "trip to the teddy" actually means we'll go to the King Edward the VIII public house for a bite to eat and a go at the quiz. Food was poor as was the quiz, but we didn't care. We have eachother and so a good time was had by the three of us. Good times.
This post originally appeared here: Posterous
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