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We’ve just returned from Norwich and Harry‘s naming ceremony. And wonderful it (and he) was too; my pictures are on that Facebook thing (that’s where many of the day’s participants prolapse hang out); you’ll need an account there to see them. If you aren’t on Facebook and have no intention to be so, or indeed even if you are, [ profile] ramtopsexcellent photos are on flickr.

Usual please prod if you’ve said or seen anything on LJ I should read applies.

Bak to werk nao chiz chiz (to mix my metaphors)
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On being red
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[ profile] ramtops and I return, from the broadbandless (courtesy v.omit media) wastes of Norfolk, where we’ve spent a very fine five days in the home and company of [ profile] kalunina, her wonderfully charming Harrington Gurney and, for much of the time, Harry’s granddad, Maurice. And, of course, Esk and Ptep who serenaded us across the country on the way to their new home on Saturday. They seem utterly traumatised by the experience, to the extent that they made themselves at home by half-way through Saturday night and only got antsy just before we left to come home, presumably fearing a repeat of Saturday’s forced basket insertion manœuvres. It seems Maurice’s elbow pits are an acceptable alternative for nuzzling to mine.

Anyhow, a splendid time was had by all, I missed being online not the least tiny bit, and I’m going to make little or no effort to catch up with intervening happenings on LJ: please prod if there’s anything I should read.

Happy $WINTER_FESTIVAL to you all.
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Well, we’re back.

An excellent long weekend In Norwich with [ profile] kalunina and the HarryMoose, who has grown in an unfeasible fashion and is still and continuingly utterly wonderful. We drove over on Friday and feasted on kebabs (yay!) in the evening, joined by Harry’s grandfather, Maurice, (I’m GrandPete) for the occasion.

On Saturday we drove to the seaside, to Sheringham, where we wandered, consumed fish’n’chips and ice cream, and pondered without enlightenment the scattered groups of people lounging around dressed in WW2ish clothing. If anyone knows what was going on, please feel free to tell us.

[ ETA that it was this - many thanks to [ profile] timill for the datapoint. ]

We drove back to Norwich by the scenic along the coast route, which was largely occupied by an extended relay road race, runners paced by bicyclists. Again, we know not why. Back home, we feasted on crab sarnies made with crabmeat we bought in Sheringham, drank a glass or two of wine and retired to bed.

Today, [ profile] ramtops and I returned home; you can insert the standard complaint about distance between Long Ashton and Norwich here; it’ll be far too long before we get to see Clare or Harry again. Still, we have been with them again, and it was good.
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In future, don’t drive from Bristol to Norwich, and back again on the same weekend as the British Grand Prix at Silverstone. It didn’t help the journey that the Thaab overheated as we arrived in Norwich, having decided to develop a rad leak. A sachet of RadWeld courtesy of the AA seems to have fixed that, though.

That aside, [ profile] ramtops and I had entirely too short a time with Harry and Clare, arriving Friday afternoon and driving back at lunch time today. There’s not much to report, aside from Harry being Enormous, and Utterly Wonderful, and Clare foiling our plan to secrete him away in our bag.

We ([ profile] kalunina, Grandad, [ profile] ramtops and myself) ate lasagne together on Saturday night, and Harry slept with Mac and me on Saturday night, in theory to give an unbroken night’s sleep for his mum. We suspect that she actually spent much of night awake listening in case of a Massive Grand Parental Supervisory Failure that didn’t happen: Harry slept until 1:30, scoffed the first part of the minski provided, slept another couple of hours, scoffed more, had his nappy changed (the first I’ve done for over ten years), gruntled a bit, and slept till morning. It went very well indeed.

So. We’re home, and missing the boy already: there ought to be some way to move Bristol and Norwich closer together.

[cross-posted from [ profile] bubbamoose]
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Harry, with doting grandfather
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from a long weekend in Norwich inspecting [ profile] kalunina's newborn moosebaby Harry John, seen here being doted on by his grandfather (as opposed to me; as a semi-detached grandparent, we've decided that I'm GrandPete).

He's a thoroughly charming child, and I spent entirely too little time communing with him. This will be addressed soon, but being separated by a five hour drive does cramp things somewhat: I want some topological adjustment that renders Bristol and Norwich closer on demand.


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