Weird

A Tupperware day today, as Tim put it. An utterly featureless grey sky, featureless grey ground, oh, and Cambourne.

However, we did pass some curious shapes in the ice in the Business Park ponds. Not holes as such, it's all solid ice. Shapes of clear ice and others like them at semi-random intervals. Our best guess was it's the result of something thrown in at some critical point in the freezing process.

Busy evenings this week.

Apart from the regular activities it's "SYD" - the youth musical drama group J is performing with - every evening. E's out at tonight's performance too. The house is teeming with rampant teenagers: a "band practice" though it seems to involve mostly X-box, baking cookies*, and pizza.

* cue debate whether raisins are a countable ingredient - is it "how many raisins [to put in]" - prompting the answer "267" - or "how much raisin"?




How's life out there on Planet Normal?