Chewing the Fat

Stage 2 of cycle school today.... Conor.

He was, not surprisingly, bombing along the other day with his stabiliser wheels on. This morning we took them off. Not a happy boy. Katherine has really got it though and I think is ready for the next tricky stage: corners. The track where we've been teaching them is an old railway and is dead straight. Corners might be a tricky area for Katherine.

These bird feeders are at the car park we go to to get onto the railway track and are always well populated with tits. These two had just seen off a coal tit and had the fat block to themselves.

Another Mr B dinner tonight: roast goose breast. It was.... very well done. You might almost call it... too tough to eat. He described it as the worst dinner he'd ever cooked, until I reminded him of the raw chicken stir fry from 1996 (the memories are still strong) and the now infamous bread bin chilli (he thought it was a very big pan) which, not surprisingly, tasted strongly of the bits of burnt enamelled bread bin which ended up mixed through it.

But I couldn't think of anything awful since about 1997. So that's not bad.

Our internet connection, on the other hand, is truly awful. Has been all day. I've tested the speed and instead of our usual lovely broadband speed it's running at 20kbps. Which doesn't seem great. Commenting will be limited by my patience....