Day 260: Boom or bussed

Well, the UK school children can dream can't they?

We had our second appointment with a very nice Lebanese/British insurance sales lady - about as far from the Ned Ryerson cliché as you can get - so we now have some mortgage cover here. Thinking about death has never been so congenial.

After she left I had the Halo 3-or-exercise dilemma, and managed to drag myself to the pool for my second kilometre of the week, leaving Exile #2 to her new knitting project. I must get her to model her completed one for you sometime soon - when she completed it, the weather seemed to be on the point of turning cold, but we had record high temperatures for September 26th yesterday (89 °F) so knitwear has not really been top of the agenda, and as for lighting the fire - fuggetaboudit.