This weekend has been one of those where you get to the end of sunday, and then wonder how.

It started to go wrong on Friday night, for reasons i’m still not sure about we were still in work at 6, I was writing a ground braking bit of code that would tell other people in the office when I wanted a cup of coffee, Ruth was still upstairs fixing webby stuff, and stuart was watching someone else install a server, Then we go the idea to go the pub (I say we, I think it was stuart’s idea).

So one thing came from another and we ended up going to tarporley to have tea in an italian restaurant, and another driving first for me. I was the desegnated driver, so Ruth and stuart drank in the restaurant, but I think Ruth got a bit guilty, so we returned to stuarts, to have some wine and port (scarily, we have started to drink port, this I am taking as a sign of old age). Anyway that meant neither of us was in a fit state to get us home (a fact we knew would be true before we started the evening). So we stayed in Stuarts.

trees in the forestSaturday started a little later than normal, but it did start with bacon and egg, so you can’t complain. Stuart was off to Milton Keynes to visit friends, so we went to Delemare forest, and it was very pretty, now we are not really the rambily type but I think the hills of india, have inspired us to walk a bit more, and I definitely am appreciating my surrounding more (if only to go…. oooohhhh the silence). It was actually very busy for a forest, we stumbled into the middle of a orientating Event, and they where busy setting up Santa’s grotto, and the Christmas tree area.

then we came home, for a little while before we went to Ruth’s sisters to have tea and show them the photies from India. At this point I must confess that I am finding the photites from india, harder and harder to get excited about. It’s not the people, before anyone gets upset, it’s just the sheer number of times we have now shown the photographs, to Ruth’s credit, she still sounds enthused when she is doing the narrating bit, while I am sitting in the corner, trying so hard not to yawn. But tea was nice, and it was a very pleasant evening. Which Ruth drove back from.

This morning was Joshua McNaught’s (or Joshua David Everton McNaught for his full title) Dedication in Church, which just adds that extra little edge to the whole proceedings in terms of not messing up. It was a lovely service, with Chris Gilbert doing a family service about Wise and Foolish builders, and since he now has his apple Mac, it’s all gone high tech. Church was packed, before the service Lynn said to me, “we’re not sure if we’ll need this many chairs”, and in the end we put twice as many out, as there already was.

we did watch Mr Smith goes to Washington this afternoon, which is a fantastic film, that is actually quite scary in the sense of it ringing quite true in modern politics both here and in America.