Save myself..

...no, it's not strange, I'm not ready to grow up yet either.

Anyway, enough of the subscript. Today was a perfect day. We went to the local pub and sat in the beer garden. In eight years of living here we haven't visited the pub next door till about a month ago. It's called the Packet Inn, on account of being next to the Chesterfield canal (packets were canal barges). It's completely untouched by all the modern plastic rubbish thats in town and full of local, salt of the earth people. The sort of place I would have avoided like the plague as a student, ...I love it now. I don't really want to move away from here, but progress is progress...of sorts. The nice lady behind the bar filled us a container of hot water so Sam could have a bottle, then we both had a beer, then another...

While the rest of the country has a day off tomorrow I am at Marshalls yard handing out leaflets for the Hall. I yearn to have a bank holiday off. Now for some pix... Sam fell fast asleep in his car seat yesterday, he's so funny.

The greenhouse is looking like the doggies doo dahs even if I say so myself.