FANCY A SWIFT HALF, HELL?

An evening spent with Hellonwheels; dinner and great company, and too full up to manage pudding. I grabbed my blip on the way to her house, the side entrance of the Swan pub which she blipped earlier. I'm getting a bit worried about her frequent outings to public houses, but at least the fellow residents of her village may think her less eccentric now they have spotted two strange women toting cameras, and pointing them at unlikely subjects.

Now blipping courtesy of H-on-W's modem and we are going to try a spot of synchronised up or downloading ....... ready, steady, go....