This week featured one thing which made everything else pale into insignificance, and that was the spectacular weekend visit to Suffolk for Grandma’s 90th birthday.
The entire family assembled (for the first time since the arrival of its latest member) for a couple of nights in Walpole. We had a big meal on Saturday, at which I got drunk enough to not take any decent photos and make a short speech (which wasn’t nearly as tricky as the speech I’ll have to make later this year as Simon’s best man. Shit.)
On Sunday we went for a long walk which is usually longer because usually most of Suffolk isn’t flooded. The “Eel’s Foot walk” goes from Minsmere, through forest and heathland, to a pub called The Eel’s Foot. Here you have a pint of Adnams, and then keep going round to the coast and back up the beach for a while to where you started. We had to cut out the last bit and retrace our steps, which involved commandeering a passer-by’s bike to get us through the floodwater.
Work was relatively uneventful. We’re building stuff, continuing with our mission to make everything really good generally, one way or another.
The team’s Project Manager, Karen, on the other hand, has been having less uneventful times recently, having become an internet phenomenon with her blog about her husband’s sleep talking. She was on ITV during the week, explaining it all. We all gathered round and watched. She doesn’t normally wear that much lipstick.
In other news:
- it’s not snowing anymore
- I haven’t really been paying attention
- Etc.