Nuns and runs

Nuns and runs

Test Match Special today:

Vic Marks: There were some real nuns in on Thursday. Just as well they didn't come along on fancy dress Saturday.

Jonathan Agnew: How'd you know they were real nuns.

Vic Marks: No beards. No pints of lager.

Bit of a pause here, as if the lack of beards and lager are insufficient evidence of authenticity in nuns...

Vic Marks: Air of serenity. They had an air of serenity.

BLISS in the wars

Yesterday, she cut her finger. On a takeaway container. Then she cut her toe in a freak accident with a mothballed fondue set two-prong fork. Today, she sliped down the slope in the garden and fell on her back. Not recommended with a cracked vertebra.

Pondlife

We've got a new pond. In fact, we've had the the new pond for a while now. Then we had a hole in the ground, and a pond. Then a bigger hole, then an even bigger hole, then finally a dirty big hole ready for the pond. Then, yesterday, we acquited a massive big bag of sand. Today we have a pond, in the ground, with water in.

Now we have to get big stones, middle sized stones, little stones, and granite edging sets.

Then we can transfer the newts from their existing bijou but adequate pond into their new Olympic-sized facility. They won't know what to do with themselves. It'll take them two days to swim from one end to the other.

Then we'll need more plants and stuff, and a floating solar-powered fountain thing that don't work. I think the newts prefer their environment murky and covered in green plant stuff. At least if their old home's anything to go by, anyway.

New faith

I'm back to Jedi. Waited all day, no locks. Couldn't resist the pork sausage and prawn cocktail crisps. Bit of a ganja shortage round here. No weed of wisdom to be found. Missed the light sabre.

There is a bit on the Internet about Jediism, on the Wookiepedia 'site.

Apparently the Aussie census had loads of people put their religion down as 'pastafarian', followers of the mystic Spagh Boll, I guess.