Woken by H getting up at about 9. I snooze for an hour before rising to continue with the videoing project. It would seem I am now pissing everyone off with the endless stream of home vids on the screen. I can see their point to a certain extent, but whilst there is hours too much footage, I thoroughly enjoy the nostalgia trip, particularly the holidays. Sophie has changed in a couple of days from an inert lump into a laughing walking, and, by the end of the day, talking little happy bundle of fun. Wondefrul to see again.
I renew my accquaintance with Lt Columbo, George Hamilton proving no match. How could he doctor the video tape without thinking that the bushes had been trimmed when he did so!! Preposterous! The Lt need hardly don his raincoat for such chilish stuff!
In a rare display of teamwork, Dan, and Emsy help to wash my car with the minimum of cajoling. It looks rather good by the end, though Dan escapes back to his computer having expended the minimum of effort. Ems visits Kasum, who has recently taken delivery of a new bunny wabbit. I brace for a full on "I want one" assault on her return, but in fact she doesn't mention it. Perhaps she found out how fucking boring bunnires can be? We can but hope.
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