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What Ho readers

I have of late been taking full advantage of my current domestic arrangements by watching Jeeves and Wooster on youtube, it has rather permeated into my speach pattern. Why only yesterday I had to explain to the chap in the newsagents that What Ho is not a magazine title but a greeting and then I had to really underline the point that I was not looking for any specialist titles just a pint of milk. When I do extract myself from the happy world of P.G. Woodehouse I find myself in a world that is rather mundane, but occasionally beautiful.

The day after I moved in, for example, the boiler gave up boiling and despite a few phone calls to the landlord and a plumber nothing happened until eventually the landlord came out on Friday and tinkered with the thing for half an hour before concluding that it didn't work. He announced that it is not possible to get a plumber over the weekend (translates to I'm not going to pay extra to get a plumber out at the weekend) so we would have to wait until Monday. On Tuesday afternoon I arrived back from the newsagents with a pint of milk and the promise of "I'll get a copy of What Ho in for you sir, just in case" ringing in my ears to find two gentleman standing in the kitchen muttering at the boiler. I took them to be plumbers and was mightily confused when they turned down my offer of tea, I was concerned for a moment that they were not tradesman at all but soon enough the boiler was fixed. Having bid the fellows farewell I was soon enjoying a hot shower in my own flat, the first time this has occurred for a very long time, to celebrate the occasion I spent a considerable time in the shower, gone are the days of washing in a bowl of hot water; at least for the time being. Life has indeed become pretty mundane when the only thing of note to happen is the boiler getting fixed. I suppose I could regale you with the excitement of the queue in the post office / bank / building society and the ensuing conversation with zombie eyed individuals who find it difficult to muster enough enthusiasm to spout the soul destroying company policy that ultimately results in the realisation that the afternoon has been wasted because sir does not have form 35C with him.

Today I am about to embark on a world tour of places beginning with S. I have to go to Southampton tonight, Scotland on Sunday, Stanstead next Sunday and then Spain, I might also find myself in Switzerland at some point.  I will be in Thruxton and Hammersmith as well over the next couple of weeks, why all this travelling? Well sadly I find myself in a position of financial inadequacy so I'm having once more to dip my toe into the painful world of gainful employment. It struck me a while back that had I spent all the time and effort that I spent on looking for backers for the project on actually working I would have raised the money long ago. So there it is, off to work I go.

Drat.

I don't have any new photogrphs of woodland activities but I do have one of myself  (cunningly and rather convincingly disguised as a Mexican) with a Wood Elf. Tom assured me that he was a wood elf and who am I to disagree?