We've had the place decorated

We being the good people of Luton and the place being Wardown House (formerly known as Wardown Museum). Cost of this little spruce up, a cool £2.5M but it does look rather nice having been restored to its origins as a house for the well to do of the town with cabinets crammed full of period objects in order to tell you a bit about the place and the people of the time. In the extras you will find a picture of the original summer house which I photographed before peering inside only to find evidence of it being inhabited. Needs must where the devil drives I suppose and who am I to judge. At least they appear to be keeping the place relatively clean although there was a rather unpleasant stain on the mattress. Less said about that the better. 

Out for dinner tonight to celebrate or perhaps more accurately, to acknowledge Mag's birthday. Going to a Beefeater, not my first choice under normal circumstances but I chose it to suit the majority rather then me myself and I - I must be becoming sensible, nah, forget that - never going to happen. Forgot to mention the other day that I tasted my own wee. Nothing perverted you understand, I had simply peed, was putting the little fella back when the elastic in my pants whipped him up sending a little droplet flying - I'll leave the rest to your imagination but what I don't understand is why when something lands on your lip your tongue feels the need to shoot out and lap it up even when the brain knows it's not a good idea - does it have a mind of its own?