Happy Birthday Sir Mick!
The plants in my last post were chickpeas. The pods are weird - like green bubbles of air, but inside somewhere is a little chickpea or two.
I've had a lovely day today - well, I'd prefer having more John in it, but you know, can't be helped! He was called out early, so I had the boys to entertain right from the off :)
We had pancakes (don't hate me, John!), then I really wanted to get some guitar practice in, so I strung up loads of wool from the bannisters to the wall (sorry about the sellotape, Mrs H...) and challenged Sherlock to get through it all like lasers, not touching any, as if he was robbing somewhere. To encourage him I promised him an ice cream sundae if he managed it.
Anyway, lots of arguments and 'You touched it!/no I didn't!/Yes you DID' conversations later (I'll get bells to put on the string next time, cheeky little theif.) he got there, I'd had a good hour of guitar playing, and we all headed to the park before the dogs got trapped in the web.
It was lovely and sunny all day. We searched for turtles, ran about, climbed trees, played a lot of fetch with the hounds.
John appeared again just before lunch, so we managed to have that together, but before he'd had his last mouthful he was off again.
Sherlock isn't sure about tomorrow. He doesn't really understand why I want to visit the grave of someone who might have meant I didn't meet them and John. Understandable. So he might stay with Mrs H. I've told him he doesn't need to decide until the last minute.
I'm sure lots of you - being far more internet savvy than me - have heard of the 'Everyday Sexosm' project. It's...well, it's about everyday sexism! But now the BTP have teamed up with it, and are actively pursuing cases brought up by it, which is great, in terms of police adapting to the modern world.
And..names. Isn't it amazing, how names differ all over the world? I mean, the conventions behind them. I'm glad - although occasionally wonder - that in the UK you can have (almost) any name you want. I can't imagine being like in Iceland, where you have to pick off a list of 1700 or 1800 names...
And finally, have a picture of some local bobbies at work in Crystal Palace, 1927. Back in the days when your local copper would do anything for you...