Chumptastic

Most of yesterday evening and this morning was spent becoming increasingly worried about Uncle Brendan, a family member from Dublin who was supposed to arrive in Cornwall yesterday afternoon, but failed to show. With no mobile, landline or email address to get hold of him with, guesses as to his whereabouts inevitably turned into worry. Phone calls were made to his immediate family back home, the airline and the police as we attempted to ascertain where on earth he was. It turns out he cancelled his flight for an appointment he didn't want to miss and he didn't think to let anyone know. How do we know this now? His brother popped round to his house at lunch-time and found him safe and sound in his back garden picking potatoes completely oblivious to the commotion he had caused.

Jeezo. (I did mention he was Irish, right?)

In other news, today was another day of non-stop miserable rain in gloomy Cornwall. Between that and the slogan on this girl's hooded-top, you just can't get more English really.