...And when all your bubbles have been blown...

I was going to spout a mind blether about fuel efficiency obsessions or clothes peg related inventions and even had a wee bit written but I just spent a wonderfully interesting evening in the company of a man with a hat, a man with a beanie and someone who knows a lot more about horses than they willingly admitted to.

I'm not really a pub going type person but when I left tonight I looked at my phone and it was a lot later than I had anticipated. Usually pubs lead me to be very aware of exactly what the time is and I find myself strategically planning when is acceptable to make an exit but the combination of purpose (a quiz, did I say we won it? That said, that's we as in I may have chipped in one or two nuggets but hardly proportional.) acceptable noise levels and interesting chat ended up in me leaving a lot later than I anticipated.

I'll bank the mind blether's for another day but I must say, my revelation on clothes pegs may be too valuable to advertise.

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Notes on archived entries...
Oh, on special request, I did a wee archive upload of my India holiday which started here. Be warned, if you decide to delve, it's based on scrawling I committed to paper 14 years ago and the pictures are frankly just pish.