Stiggy played guitar.....

......still a bit shaky from 72hours of bombing the bowl, I was forced to return to work today. In a way, I was glad to witness some of the stuff going on, but enough of such matters as I have promised myself not to focus on them here.

One of those soul-lifting moments when I came in tonight...Owen happily plucking away at the nylon strings of his acoustic.

Scouts was easy in the sunshine, but we did return inside to practice our Norwegian...it's a language with Ozzy-style rising diphthongs, so easier on the ear than other northern Germanic tongues.

Our District Commissioner turned up too, clutching a reward for one of our leaders...who'd unfortunately retreated home clutching his gut and complaining of much gut gurgling......