h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I be going to Sevenoaks for the weekend.

Be seeing you.

And you.

Oh, right. Sevenoaks better than Devon now, is it?

Definitely not, as it is now only Oneoak! So you have been and suggest you get a refund!

But it does have a large colony of ring-necked Parakeets.

How you doing, Rich? ?

I'm alright, mate - it's been a long day, and I had a good nap on the sofa for a large part of the evening. A typically raucous Friday night

Didya get me marigolds????

zdt

Not yet, but I'm keeping an eye on the postie

What? You getting soft over the washing up?

For shame!

Does he/she know? Don't get done for stalking the for goodness sake.

zdt

Ahhhh, 'Roymondo is away for the weekend. Explains why its ever-so-suddenly gone very civilised and boring on here

Pops up, sniffs , has a swig of beer, says 'I took photos of deer today,' and vanishes again.

Of deer? Are you sure tzhat that's not a typo?

*marvels at the poppyness of the popping Roymondo

Some fine sniffing and swigging action going on there too. I'm in awe.*



*(I'm not really in awe. I'm in a shed in Oxfordshire)

oooo your in a shed in Oxfordshire?! How I wish I were in a shed in Oxfordshire... Is it a nice shed?

I hope they were legally consenting deer. And you paid your bill, otherwise:

"Owe dear...."

I am whistling in Angoulême with a pussy on my lap, awaiting an ice skater, with a sulking viking on my bed. I suppose i ask for these things really. I shall have some more & keep whistling.

zdt

Blimey, what a great weekend!

I got to Sevenoaks at about 17.30, bought some beer and, er, stuff, went back to my mate's, said hi to his missus, the sprogs and the dogs then we drank a bit, watched a bit of telly and set the world to rights until the early hours.

On Saturday we went for a walk with the sprogs and the dogs to Knowles Park. Never heard of it myself, but it's where I photographed the aforementioned deer (no typo!) Then it was off to the pub for a pub lunch & a couple of pints.

Sunday we went to the British Wildlife Centre in Lingfield. This isn't the sort of thing I normally do on a Sunday but it was a really good afternoon! The highlight was sprog senior (all of six years old) falling off a log into some rather smelly water, and his somewhat drama queen reaction. I took some very bad photos of some rather fine animals (including a badger, of course). Then we went to another pub for another pub lunch/dinner. It was good.

This is all probably of little interest but it really was a wonderfully chilled weekend.

Are you sure it wasn't Knole, rather than Knowles? (I'm a literature geek, you see, and there are associations with the property.)

It could well have been - I wasn't paying much attention to the signage. It's a lovely bit of park.

(Cripes, you must be a *serious* literature geek!)

Oh yes. Serious indeed. I once had to move to a bigger house because my books needed more space.