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

Stranraer. We thought we were due to depart at 14.30, on the fast HSS. Turns out we are on the slow boat, leaving at 15.00. So I have 3 hours to pass, but with wifi. So keep me company, how's your weekend going?

my weekend is pretty good so far.
Not as good as yours though, I think!

What I really want to know, and am too lazy to research, is what's the significance of the Gretna Green Anvil?

Grand, ta! I've set myself the task of starting and completing a comic this weekend - it's a historical one so I don't need to think up plot lines, at least . So I'm doing that with one eye on hootoo.

Anvil, hmmm. Horse shoes?

Ah, years aga the legal age for marriage was 21. Except in Scotland, where it was 16. So eloping couples would flee north of teh border, Gretna was the first village they came to, and blacksmiths were allowed to conduct a marriage. The Gretna blacksmith was still perfroming the ceremony as recently as the 1940s!

I knew about the significance of Gretna Green, I read a lot of Georgette Heyer and they're always wanting to zip off there to marry their 17 year old heiresses

Forgot that about the blacksmiths though. Do we have an entry about it?

That's what I was thinking...

but I wonder who could write it... can you think of anyone KB?

Hmmm, if only there were anyone who knew a bit about the subject!

I know, someone with a bit of experience - that always enhances an entry exponentially

Looks like a victim has been found.

Beatrice, is your hovercraft full of eels?

The weather is very nice here in Dublin, although we're still recovering from yesterday's downpour. The garden is like a wet sponge and I don't dare walk on the grass.

I've just finished adjusting the latch on the door between the hall and the kitchen, so now the door shuts easily. That's that door finished - took me a few weeks altogether between cutting to length, hanging, rehanging and fixing the latch. I don't want to do another door now for a few months.

Indeed, dealing with another dorr frame, eels and anvils, it really could become a load.

My hovercraft was not full of eels, only very drunk and very loud scotsmen. And my battery died as we were pulling out of the port and I couldn't find a socket.

Safely home now, complete with doggies, who are a bit smelly from the kennel. I think I know what tomorrow's journal entry will be about

my weekend was very sombre and sad but good too.