Our trip to the Isle of Wight was luvverly.
There was a lot of body boarding to be done.
But not by me. I sat on the beach doing a big round zero apart from reading and chatting and gazing into the middle distance. Bliss.
We encountered a field of frisky bulls. Scarey. One minute we had the whole field to ourselves and the next, hundreds of the creatures surrounded Little Miss J and P and myself. Mr J and P, who was ahead of us and safely in a bull-free field, was calling out "keep calm" safe in the knowledge that nothing would happen to him. I really wanted to leggit but had to appear "calm" in front of a scared Little Miss J and P.
Anyway, we made it to safety:
See, I told you they were frisky:
We also met killer sheep. I kid you not. When Mr J and P announced that there were some sheep ahead in another field, I thought nothing of it. Sheep. Pah! How wrong was I? One of the sheep (might have been a ram - not sure) took a dislike to me and kept trying to head butt me. No pics of that little encounter thankfully. Mr and Little Miss were laughing far too much to take photos. I was genuinely scared. Again!
Then there was the killer goat... Actually, the goat was completely docile and totally ignored us but just take a look at the horns on that!
Thankfully, we didn't meet this pony...
When we got back from the Isle of Wight, it was my birthday. Yay! I got this lovely flap clock from Mr J and P:
and lots of music. Some old timer music:
and some new:
Yes. Disclosure (read about them here:). Notice the difference? Mr J and P didn't. The one on the right is Disclosure's cd "Settle", the one on the left is a cd called "Disclosure" by a Dutch band called The Gathering. I asked for the former and Mr J and P got me the latter by mistake. The Gathering are described on Amazon as "fusing heavy rock with prog, folk and the ethereal sounds of 1980s". Quite frankly, it's not for me. Our Dutch friend described them as "truly awful" and he may well have a point. Some people just shouldn't be let loose on the internet. Yes, I mean you, Mr J and P.
I'm very excited because this weekend I'm off to climb this:
Yes, it's the O2 Arena in London. Who knew you could climb it? Well, you can and I will.
You climb up on a suspended walkway which is 20 metres above the dome itself. Gawd help me, I do hope that I won't make a complete and utter fool of myself....
And afterwards - cue mass hysteria - I'm off to see:
Siouxsie Soux. You really can't get more exciting than that. Meanwhile, Mr J and P is accompanying our darling daughter to the Rhianna concert in London. I'll leave you with the thought of Mr J and P at a Rhianna concert. His work colleagues have apparently crowned him "the coolest dad" but he fears he will be spending Father's Day (the day after) as a mental and emotional wreck. Bless....