Pig Head

Sam came over this morning with a theory about the mysterious poo we found in the garden. He went out to investigate and when he came back he did not quite seem himself. Oh well he's gone for lunch now.

I mended the gutters now and in fit of musical irony spend half an hour working out Rush and Smiths songs, now that would be a mashup...

Off to H's folks for the Boat Race and Dinner. H's dad used to sew the colours for the Cambridge team so there will be much excitement and probably some London Pride in memory of Mr Hendry who I used to go to the Boat Race with.

I wonder if Cambridge will continue to let Oxford catch up.....?