I Say Old Chap!

Here's Coincidence Poking The Eyeball Again
I recently caught up with the very splendid Public Service Broadcasting, and that song chock-full of jingoistic brio, "Spitfire", which contains lots of dialogue and scenes from "The First of the Few".  Conrad had never seen this film, so here he is about to watch it, and it begins with the date "September 15th".  One day off - odds of 363 to 1.
     Didn't see that one coming!

A Spitfire.  Presumably, like Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang, the wings unfurl from beneath.

Today's Car Boot Bargains
A nice morning out - although it plays havoc with a hidebound old man's normal Sunday routine of drinking tea and eating toast and reading - made even better by an unfamiliar visitor*, and only slightly spoilt by Edna's picking up a discarded length of fishing line with a fishing-hook attached, weighted and or baited with a toffee.  Why someone would take such an item to a grass car park attached to a rugby club is something of a puzzle, as is leaving it there.
     Darling Daughter, up at the Mansion for free food and Doctor Who, was on the lookout for potential -

 - oooh, another coincidence, that woman is using a Royal typewriter just like that one we have atop the kitchen cupboards -

     - potential Halloween costumes. So she got two tu-tus**, and a shower curtain, and a dress, and a tiger Onsie.

Perfect for hiding in the jungle, but not urban bedrooms

      Now, Conrad never returns from a car boot sale with anything less than a book, usually several, and today he has several, viz:

     I also got a book on English china markings, but that was for Wonder Wifey and it's not a MAN book, so there's no photo.  Imagine it if you feel left-out.

Sally Who?
My unkind jibe at Wonder Wifey's post about Sal moving out, flinty-hearted Conrad being resigned to the nest being empty for most of the year from now onwards, bar occasional returns with hampers full of laundry.
     Edna, on the other hand, is missing Sal already.  Here she is moping on Sal's bed:

"Where is the young human?"

    And again, mooching in search of Sal:

Wrong room, Edna, but five out of ten for trying

Another Unfamiliar Visitor
Beej.  He has stolen into the Upstairs Lair at some time this afternoon whilst the doors were open, and I knew this because I could hear him snoring.  I still don't know where he's been hiding because I went looking on that side of the room and he reappeared on this side of the room.  I have been allowed to rub his belly, a rare privilege due to his sombre and stand-offish attitude.  You know those cats that love attention and being made a fuss of, and who relish being stroked or given a scratch under the chin?
     Well Beej is none of those.

Beej - Buster Keaton of the cat world.

Circulacar
For the past few weeks Conrad has not been able to get his usual four-pack of "Old Golden Hen", and has been making do instead with "Old Speckled Hen", which is named after an MG car used at the plant in Abingdon:

Old and speckled.  Two out of three's not bad

     - and this is where we came in -


*  The sun!  Who else would it be?
**  You will rarely if ever encounter this alliteration in real life