Scary stories

Last Saturday, we went to Canterbury so that Chris could get some jeans and I could pick up a Dali clock for Jennie’s birthday. Had lunch at Marlowe’s and mission successful, we returned to Ashford and with almost no traffic on the road, we returned a good deal faster than we got there. My car just loves that road *so* much. I need to do something about the gouges Chris has made in the passenger seat; anyone would think he couldn’t deal with the G-forces.
We went on an exploratory mission in the afternoon to hunt down the elusive sound mirrors of Romney Marsh. We found them. Not too surprising since one is a 200 foot long very high wall. Unfortunately since there was a large body of water between us and them, combined with the fact that it was raining, we admired them from a distance and decided to come back one day when the sun was able to be there too.
On Saturday evening the planned dive Sunday lunchtime at Dover was called off due to an ambiguously miserable weather forecast.
Sunday was a lovely mild day and the water was flat as a pancake. But we were not PO’d by that fact at all. Really. We weren’t. Nope. Cuz we’re ‘Ard.
So, with the specific purpose of drowning our sorrows, we went to see Ice Age 2. It was very funny and as good as the first.

We then went to Richborough Castle, averting our eyes as we passed sunny pond smooth waters perfect for diving. (Because we would never dive irresponsibly without proper shore cover. ). At first glance it looked like a flint wall and a couple of bunkers that made the £10 entrance for the two of us seem extortionate, but once we discovered the talk around phone thing that was included in the price we decided to go for it. And actually it was very interesting and well worth the time and cost. Lots of Roman type buildings and things which Chris would expound upon at great length.
After that, we went to mum and dad’s for Easter Sunday. There were no eggs or other Easter type goodies forthcoming from anyone (other than Chris) so it was wonderful to have a lovely dinner culminating in an exquisitely yummy choccy type cake that more than did the job.
Monday we went to see Chris’ Mum and Dad, and had a lovely full roast dinner there also. The drunk drivers were out in force with optional lane discipline on the M25, but we returned without incident.

Wednesday was a very interesting day. In the morning I received my verification certificate confirming that I have indeed passed my DMS level 5. Go me!
Asda is approximately 500 yards from my front door.
At 9.20 am, armed robbers pounced on a Securitas van (again!) in front of the cash machine at Asda and got away with cash. Shots were fired and one person hit. The gentleman was shot actually didn’t know he’d actually been shot until 12.10 when he was asked for his jeans for forensics and discovered his keys that had been in his front pocket were very bent and tangled with a bullet. No word of an exaggeration, please note.
Are we getting to be a hot bed of shootings and robberies, or what? I realise that this doesn’t even begin to compare to the worlds of Annelies and Richard, but we’re not supposed to be in a war zone here!
In the evening Mel came round and Chris cooked and we all put the world to rights.

On Friday, Neko showed me a new trick. He can get on top of the wardrobe and curl up to sleep in peace. To do this he has to jump onto the short cupboard opposite, swing out, hanging by two front paws and clamber up to the shelf above before making the final jump across the stake filled chasm between shelf and wardrobe top. He hasn’t yet figured out how to get back down without jumping on top of my head.
This morning my old passport was returned to me. A hopeful sign I thought since I was advised that I’d receive those a few days before my new passport. Less than an hour later, my new passport was delivered into my hands by courier.

Ten days turn around, impressed, much?
This next week is set to be pretty hectic, starting at 4.30 am tomorrow. Because we’re ‘Ard.