And so it came to pass that I had a day off with Jof. This one started in traditional fashion with no movement until lunchtime when we took a bus into town and went squirrel-hunting.
Following Bud's assertion circa 1989 that there were no birds of the feathered variety in Pompey, they have been referred to since as holograms and when we found a bag of assorted nuts in the cake-making drawer that had seen better decades, we decided to feed them to the squirrels, only for Bud to cast similar aspersions upon our tree-dwelling brethren.
So I hunted them in Victoria Park and O yea, there were many and Jof took many images but they all came out blurred so a clever lawyer may well consider the case unproven.
Then I climbed on the many good wooden frames and nets and wires and Jof took some blurs of them too. In BHS we had a slap-up meal for only £11 which is not to be sneezed at and there was a really chocolatey cake in M+S and some Minecraft teddies in Wilkos.
I have a slight Minecraft habit but I can give it up any time, it doesn't hurt anyone and I'm always in control. So she slyly bought me a Minecraft Ocelot (yes) and a Minecraft Pig (I mean, who doesn't have one nowadays?) in the hope that I'd switch my attention to something in the real world and I spoke in tongues to my Mine-Animals and cuddled my beautiful blocky babies and took them home where I set them up on the computer desk and played Minecraft to them while explaining to them exactly what I was doing.
My Mine-Ocelot is called Mittens and my Mine-Pig is called Snuffles, after Sirius Black (you had to be there). I took Mittens to gymnastics to guard the car. Mittens has an annoying label sticking out of his butt, so yes, Mittens is going to get the snip. Don't tell him.
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