Back to Stoney GroveI really don't think there is much we can do about the foot and mouth crisis. Are you suggesting we burn a cow in solidarity with the poor buggars who have lost their whole herds? Or shall I invent a cure? Sorry to be flip, but the stupid thing is it shouldn't really be affecting us. The nearest case is in Kent, the countryside walks are all open, yet even English tourists are staying away and the Americans seem to think the whole place is burning down.
Actually I just had a 'little talk' with Ann. My bookie called because I'd hadn't placed any bets with him for the last couple of weeks. I nearly got away with it since she had no idea what he was talking about but somehow she got the gist. It's not like I was betting our fortune away just a little here and there. Still I don't think the frog racing went down very well, so I swore no more betting with the bookies.
Still not all is lost. I went to the opening day of the cricket season with Peter Willey. It was combined Oxford University v. Middlesex, and he's an old boy. Actually there were lots of old boys around, not as much fun as the footie crowd but we had a good day of it, very civilised.
Cheers
Simon.