Oh I forgot...

...I knew there was a good reason for writing everything down....if I don't I forget them.

So last week we went to see the sexiest cartoon ever created.  She's not bad, she's just drawn that way...what a riot!!  The Muffins came too...

Nothing doing

According to my diary, we haven't done anything this week.  That's unfortunate.  Not that we haven't done anything, but that my diary is misleading...we've done plenty.

What I can remember is that last night we went to see The Book Thief...another good little film (whatever the reviews might say) that we enjoyed, even though there were some terrible clunkers in it...evidently it was the Americans who occupied Germany at the end of WW2, and when one boy dies, he throws his head back in the finest amateur tradition.  Apart from that...not bad at all.

Wednesday, The Cat's Mother braved the floods and headed down to Exeter for the day...a dress for a friends wedding was purchased, and she returned home safely.  The Cat is buckling down to hard work I'm told.  Surely there's some wool pulling over eyes?  Does any student work hard?

I had to arrange for The Boy's guitar to be taken to him by someone who was heading out to Kitzbuhel. Have a had a word of thanks.  Fat chance.

Ah yes, and this year we're getting a new kitchen...and a whole new room to put it in....I feel the stress already.

I've become an artist.  Well not really.  I've taken the work of two artists and combined them.  One is delighted, the other is OK with it.  Last year I get a small sculpture by a street artist called Issac Cordal.  It was a little man with briefcase looking wistfully at a landscape painting...the idea of the piece was the concept of loss.  We decided to replace the picture with the painting we had commissioned from Jon Everitt.  Anyway, it looks fabulous to us...and works alongside Jon's other pieces

Bob, bob, bobbing along

So farewell then to the last of the singing Von Trapps.  I'm actually quite sad about that.  The Sound of Music is one of the things that brings back very happy childhood memories, and I'd say I watch it at least once a year even now.  For Christmas this year, we had bought a Sing Along version, and we had a brilliant time joining in...even though the Lonely Goatherd is a little trickier to get you vocal chords around than you might expect.  Of course, there were all sorts of liberties taken to turn the real story into the musical, but that's showbiz.



Also farewell to the winter Olympics..they may not command quite the interest that the summer Olympics do, but they were brilliant to watch.  And didn't we do well? Especially considering our lack of snow-sports heritage.  One of my friends from the 2012 Olympics was a choreographer for the Opening and Closing ceremonies which added a special poignancy to the whole thing.  Now if only that Mr Putin could sort himself out and stop wanting to harass and harangue anyone who doesn't conform to his view of sexuality.  Anyway, it was nice to see his mistress in the opening ceremony.

So Sochi has gone, but thanks to a very, very dear friend, in two weeks time this will be me:

Yes, a flying visit to Iglis in Austria will see him and me in the four man bobsleigh piloted by a couple of guys from the Team GB Sochi bobsleigh team.  I know I will never have been so terrified in my life, but what an opportunity!