Rest time after a ‘kill the mouse and chase the grass’ workout session.
The Olympic Torch (finally) hit Folkestone today, and right by the office, which was handy. Here are some snaps…
With events of this kind come the sellers of crap…
The Police Bikers did high fives with the spectators. Dangerous if you ask me.
Folkestone needs more green tights.
Unfortunately I can’t work out who this guy is. The BBC site has a list of torch-bearers but, well, I can’t see him. I hope he was genuinely supposed to be there.
Some people loved it. Some hated it. Whatever your feelings, it was a one-off for my lifetime.. probably. All things considered, it was a pleasant distraction from work for a little while.
The general consensus regarding dinner today was some sort of roast potato. So, I picked some Rosemary from the BBQ herb garden and whacked it in with some potatoes, parsnips and garlic. I used Hemp Oil in the roasting dish. I had some GoodLife Glamorgan Sausages kicking around the freezer so they got thrown in the mx. It all came out rather nicely. For pudding, the Missus has cooked up some (Vegan) Peanut Butter cup cakes – they went very well with some Soya Ice Cream. Vegan Roasts rock!
Family tree research can be a very rewarding experience.
To cut a long story short, after much investigation done by my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin, contact was made with some wonderful people (Rod and Margaret) who knew my Great-Grandfather - he emigrated to Australia back in the 1950s. He had lost touch with my Nan, so it has been a very enriching experience to speak to people that can tell us about his life Down Under and how he had tried to find the children he was, unfortunately, never to see again.
Anyway, we all braved another English Summer evening in the garden at Mum and Dad’s… here are some photos…. It also coincided with a birthday… so Happy Birthday again Rod!