Batten down the hatches
We made it to the station a few minutes earlier than usual this morning, meaning that we could stroll in a leisurely fashion along the platform and choose from the wealth of available seating on the 8.38. This almost never happens.
Arriving at Westminster, we were intrigued to see a pair of black Chinook helicopters circling Parliament and shortly after Furtle had wandered off to her office I realised that there was no signal reception on my iPhone. What, I wondered, did this betoken? Well, nothing, it seems. The choppers flew off and I walked around the corner and the signal came back. It was almost exciting, though.
I am off to play board games with friends in Marlow this weekend, leaving Jasper and Furtle alone in the Gin Palace.
It gives me the fear.
Arriving at Westminster, we were intrigued to see a pair of black Chinook helicopters circling Parliament and shortly after Furtle had wandered off to her office I realised that there was no signal reception on my iPhone. What, I wondered, did this betoken? Well, nothing, it seems. The choppers flew off and I walked around the corner and the signal came back. It was almost exciting, though.
I am off to play board games with friends in Marlow this weekend, leaving Jasper and Furtle alone in the Gin Palace.
It gives me the fear.