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Mr K (for reasons known only unto himself) suggested this morning that we go out for dinner today, maybe he was feeling guilty about making me stay up to midnight to watch Germany thrash Brazil whilst knowing I would have to suffer a repeat (but different countries) tonight, or maybe, as he's home all week (a rare occurence) he's bored with home cooking already. Anyway, dinner was à la PizzaPasta, the family's favourite restaurant & this is Little miss bossy's favourite waiter (the teen got sniffy when I pulled out the camera, muttering about people's civil liberties & photographs & the internet & stealing souls* so I got permission to take the pic, didn't tell him what for though...oopsie)

In other news, if the rain carries on for another day I might have to start building an ark, but at least after the storm four weeks ago there's loads of wood lying around!


* made that bit up, he's 17, he doesn't believe in souls & if he did he'd probably have sold his to the devil by now.