polkadots and moonbeams

In the light of the elevated threat level, the Federal Snake Marshals Service is providing expanded mission coverage for flights from the United Kingdom to the United States. Sighs of relief all round. Next up: Tarantulas on a Train...

I've been to a house, a very nice house in the country. Crunchy gravel drive, labradors, lavender, swimming pool, the sound of laughing children in the garden, tractors humming in the distance and all that sort of thing. Pretty well perfect... but still I couldn't wait to return to the rainy old Smoke and my cramped little garden because, deep down, I know that the country is full of psychopaths and wifeswappers. One of the Spiders I Have Trained, Jeronimo, has built an enormous web. I shall try to take a photo when it stops raining.

...but I've painted my chair! Inspired by my favourite van Gogh painting (to which I cannot find a link which seems odd) I too have painted my favourite chair. The chair was from a boot sale. The paint from B&Q (specially mixed blue eggshell made up by their extremely helpful staff to my demanding requests). The cushion was made by Sally. Beautiful. Of course Vincent would probably not have featured the dustbin in the background but I was so busy admiring my chair I forgot to look at the whole picture. And no, I can't be bothered to take another photo. This was a spur of the moment thing.

...fair chicken of the sea . Lazy afternoons on the beach at Emborios will never quite be the same again.

Only seven more days to go and then I'll get my life back. Thank goodness.... the washing is really beginning to pile up. I'm so glad Nikki's back in and so, clearly is Pete. Pete to win though.

Gunnera. In Cornwall on a dull morning. There are several children, a little old lady and some large dogs playing in here but you can't tell.