Fly Me To The Moon, Let me Dance Among the Stars..

Dr Professor Brian Cox and his amazing floppy fringe and smiley wide smile were on the TV tonight, encouraging me to go outside and freeze my bosum (not as attractive as People Twitchers of course), off.

I promised myself I would not listen. I promised myself I would not be swayed by his enthusiasm and constant grin, but I looked up from my Knitting (Oh the heights of excitement in this house - beaten only by an exciting night drawing on Ikea boxes in the Wither's house), and there he was.

Damn You Damn You Damn You.

I went out side and stood in the space between our house and next door.

I went back inside and turned the lights off so that it was dark.

I leaned against the wall to stop me shaking - Yes, I do know that a tripod would have been better.

I spotted a big dot in the sky, and thought, that's for me.

My big dot is Jupiter. I looked it up on Si's phone. The big dot in the middle.

All the other dots might be stars, but I know for sure that anything an inch or so to the right, or two inches below isn't; I got all excited that I had taken a full array of star gazing delight, and started to mess with the settings, and when I lit the photo up - Next doors house and roof, and the top of our shed are clearly visible.

DAMN YOU PROFESSOR DR LOVELY FLOPPY FRINGE COX - MY BOSUMS ARE FREEZING, and I GOT EXCITED ABOUT ROUGHCAST!