It’s strange but true, but we have a refugee from a local ‘gangster’ holed up at ours.

You may wonder where ‘ours’ is exactly. Now I’d love to tell you it’s in Chicago or San Francisco or Soho.

However, I’m an honest, but discrete Blogger, so I’ll just tell you it’s in rural England.

Poor chap is absolutely petrified so I’ll add no more than that. But it is kind of thrilling doncha think?

Well, we finally have a sunny day. The heating can go off again and we can get on with summer.

Or not, because the forecast isn’t brilliant going forward. Ah well, I guess we just need to bask in the glory that is 25.5.13

Happy haircut to me,
Happy haircut to me,
Happy haircut to meeeeeeee,
Happy haircut to me.

I must be up to 300 or so by now…

Ooh I’m right excited about my pizza tonight.

I’m trying a new trick you see. Frying up the onions and mushrooms before baking the pizza. The idea being to remove all the juice before cooking so pizzas don’t get all soggy.

And believe me, there is nothing worse than soggy pizza.

That’s BBC Weather. Just to clarify.

I have just looked on the BBC website (www.bbc.co.uk) and the weather page there shows it getting EVEN colder.

Back down to single figures by the middle of the week.  Then for the next few days it struggles into double figures before, yep, you guessed it, drifting along as before.

Boo-bloody-hoo!

In a repeated call to the British Weather, I have to ask, yet again, “Can you please sort it out.”

It really is getting ridiculous.  For sure you gave us a lovely Bank Holiday weekend, just gone.  However, your performance in the days since leaves an awful lot to be desired.  And I mean an AWFUL lot.  As I type my fingers are really feeling the cold.  It’s dismal, it’s wet and I for one have had enough.

Please note, moving to an alternative climactic zone is out of the question, so before you start getting smart and making that suggestion… don’t.

So, today has been back to it.  After a three day weekend in the UK, aka May Day Bank Holiday, it’s been catch time up at work.

I was ruminating on this post on Sunday morning, but I was so busy having time off that I didn’t get round to posting it.  So, apologies if it sounds more than a little spurious…

Wow, they really are a funny bunch, my boys.

It is Sunday today and the youngest, nearly eleven, dragged himself from his pit at about nine o’clock.  Yesterday, being Saturday, he was up at around seven thirty.  The other two were pushing it all the way until midday yesterday, but they were both up before ten this morning.

Can anybody explain this to me?

I hope that you have all been enjoying Endeavour on ITV for the past couple of weeks.

I always loved a bit of Inspector Morse, and with what seems like the end of Lewis, this new slant on the story is right up my street.  My wife and I were watching an old Morse the other night when lo and behold, we noticed (well, I noticed) that one of the suspects was being played the chap (Roger Allam) who plays Endeavour’s boss.

Now it’s not that hard to get your head round the fact that the same actor can play two different roles.  It’s just that with the franchise having being extended into the future with Lewis, and then into the past with Endeavour I was quite happy to let my mind wander in a kind of Back To The Future riff.

I nearly missed the younger Allam (playing Denis Cornford in Death Is Now My Neighbour), but for the fact that his voice just kept insisting that I knew that I had seen him before (or rather afterwards) somewhere… you must know how that feels.

This episode is also famous for being the one where Morse finally revealed his first name.  Without which, of course we would have no Endeavour.  Now that’s Back To The Future.

Just a short post this morning… (01:04 to be precise).

I have just got back in after escorting my wife up the road to meet her friend.  We left home at about midnight, give or take a few minutes.  The girls are going out for a few beverages – I myself am not quite in the mood for it. (To be brutal, the kind of night out on offer in this town, doesn’t move me in quite the same way it does my wife.)

Anyway, in order to kill two birds with the same stone, we took the dog for his late night constitutional – the intention being that he will be fully empty and hopefully, won’t wake us quite so early later on this Sunday morning…  well it sounds plausible.

It’s a beautiful evening, as befits the gorgeous day that we’ve just enjoyed.  The sky is crystal clear and the moon, perhaps three-quarters full, is absolutely stunning.  I will be turning in now, keeping the bed warm for my wife, with my memories of the first proper day of spring safely stored.