Roger returns

Apart from taking the dogs to Iron Hill first thing, I've been at my computer all day so far, writing up the first draft of my Dad's anecdotes. The working title is Got any gum, chum? which is what my Dad and his friends used to say to the Canadian soldiers stationed here during the War in order to obtain Wrigley's chewing gum from them. It worked every time apparently :)

I haven't seen Roger for ages so it was nice of him (or her; I'm still unsure) to put in an appearance. That reminds me, I must put some bird food out.

In other news, I am surrounded by transit vans - I counted six earlier - due to neighbours having various things done to their properties.