They also have wild water fowl and an aviary.

And once you go through the maze and find the underground grotto you find this fella.

And in the castle itself they have, erm, furniture.

so there ya go.

Just had a quick trip round blog world courtesey of the "next blog" button, and many people are commenting on the weather and sunsets and such.

At this time of year, when it is dark in the morning and late afternoon, that I remember a conversation I heard years ago.

I was at one of the Squats in Ilford. I had been asleep on the floor of someones room, as had many other people. All around were bodies in leather jackets showing signs of coming back to life. Out of the window you could see a rich royal blue sky and a few faint stars.

A sleepy voice in the darkness pipes up.

"What time is it?" Well after a party your never really sure when you are, are you. Another voice answered

"Seven O'clock"

A pause, and the original speaker having looked at the sky asked the not unreasonable question

"Which one?"

Just heard someone in the office ask someone else to print them off a copy of the new "Clear Desk Policy" that our company is going to try to enforce (again)

Eh? Print it off?

What, so you can leave it on your desk and get told off for not having a clear desk because you were reading about how important it is to have a clear desk.

Hang on.

Nope, can't get my head round that.

Never attempt to deal with modern technology when you have soup for brains children. Oh no.

Just popped down the road to Mr Ss' office to get my camera off of him. What with packing away the possesions of my little Imelda Marcos (Sarah) on sunday I forgot to pick it up.

To get into the office there are now some nice little Turnstile affairs with card readers and little glass sliding doors. "All security passes are now activated for scanner reading" said the sign.

So I put mine on the reader and it went beep, but refused to open. I did this three times. Nothing.

The helpful doorman on the desk came round and took my pass and used it from his side which worked, but he told me to stay where I was and handed me back my pass, confident it was all going to work.

Which it did, except when I swiped my card at one turnstile the one next to it opened. Trying to get to the open one in time resulted in my getting eaten by the glass panel doors. I did it again on the reader of the doors I had just tried and the other bastard doors, the ones I had just been stood at opened. After getting eaten AGAIN my foggy brain had had enough and I wanted to lie down and have a sleep.

The last attempt worked and I got in to Mr S's secret lair.

Mind you on the way out it all worked properly, obviously as our company has decided to erase our team they have taken the precaution of making sure our passes only let us leave the premises, but not enter.

Sneaky bastards.

Good morning troops. How is it hanging. Is it hanging? or is it pointing?

Nevermind I don't actually want to know.

I still feel tired after the weekend, but not because of the depths of depravity that I plunged myself into, but for the amount of not sleeping I did.

I went to bed earlyish on Friday night and we had an early start on Saturday. A full and fun day with a lot of walking around followed and in the evening I should have, really should have gone to bed early. But no, I watched a great "rubbish" film (Tremours) till about midnight as S&F dozed in unison on the furniture around me. They both snore you know. Shh.

Sunday Sarah was up bright and early and therfore so was I, and the day had some more walking in it and I should have gone to bed much earlier. I was so tired yesterday I was forgetting the names of things and having to mime them to Jo because I could not think of the word "cereal" and things like "Book"

I hate being that tired.

When I did go to bed it was like someone turning off a switch - I was off in seconds. Sleeping I mean you mucky little swines!

And today I is mostly still quite a bit feeling dopey. What a neat sentance that was.

Anyway.

erm.

Yeah, why do I have a blog again.

Have a good morning everyone.