Okay, sorry but that was the best I could come up with and Yes, I realise that the heading isn’t all that catchy or totally apt but Nigel is at work and, to be honest, he’s my ‘go to’ person when I’m lacking inspiration for something clever – hence “Twelve degrees of separation”, which was a lot better than all of my suggestions at the time.
It occurs to me that I never got back to you regarding the final week of exams.
Continue reading “Ain’t Gonna study Law no more”
As some of you know, I tried very hard to convince Nigel to get another dog for Beau to play with. Now I see that perhaps he was right.
Continue reading “Beau and Arrow”
Ivanhoe’s remoteness from the rest of the LAC means that the boys are allowed a fair bit of autonomy and one advantage is that they do their own rosters (they meaning me). As long as one of them is on duty and the town’s folk are happy and safe, the Command is happy too. This arrangement means that I can sometimes roster five or six days off in a row so that we can get back home every couple of months, to catch up with friends, maintain the house and smell the salt air – very good for morale. Continue reading “Homeward Bound”