even sam is horrified. but also giggling. but horrified.
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even sam is horrified. but also giggling. but horrified.
we enjoyed it. even if we did miss huxley.
KUSCHELMENSCHIN!!!
look how excited he is.
til me and ncuti both like a good ribena.
like this. she thinks she is getting this scraf back at some point, heh.
cool is good, cold is less so. i have a duffle jacket for when it gets really cold, but as i am mostly a sofa dog i also have blankets and whichever one of sams fluffy scrafs she has not wrapped around herself that day.
i think darth would say you were 1000% innocent. so at least 95% good, gonzo.
oh no, hayfever but more so. it is getting nippy enough here that i am considering putting on my hoody already.
ahhhh. das ist besser. danke hippo (und danke kuschelmenschin!)
bitte.
...ja, das ist nett kuschelmenschin, danke. aber WIR WOLLEN HIPPO!
oooh. sprechen sie roman?
so LOTS of looking awkward but not much embarrassed giggling then? one out of two is not bad.
well that is just showing off. i hope you dropped something in there in your excitement and made your hoom go all awkward and giggly in case anyone saw.
always good to meet another doggo. ciao hubert-slash-umberto
this is him. he is very much an indoor man.
do i have any canadian friends who could spread the word to edmonton area people? franca has been found but top screenplay writer and handsome (for a cat) man fiasco is still missing. his is the first link.
i knew we missed something when we were there. hello huxley, and mini-huxley
buon pomeriggio mr throckmorton.
do you think mebbe she was holding out for some eggs? or is it just scampi and mousecow that like scramblies?
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not even oh captain my captaining? those are the only two things he has ever been, i am sure of it.
they got eaten that day. sam says they are a bit narrower than her hand and about two thirds as long, if you have a handy (heh) hoom to check that against. about elevenses size for mr throckmorton, i would say.
HURRA!
right? proper art.
this is truly great art
we know some archaeoaeaeology people but they are more into ancient humans. there will be some at north home I am sure, they keep finding things under the cricket club there.
are they trying to help the dolphins fly? can they breathe underwater? enquiring minds need to know!
post a movie from the year you were born
GLIMPSING ALERT GLIMPSING ALERT. dont turn around too quickly mr throckmorton
snug *and* stylish
i am told that stokey vegetarians have a special opt out so they can still enjoy oatcakes with sausages or bacon. i could almost join sam being veggie if we could extend that to a few other essential foods.
i am confused. why would anyone want "mini brownies", sam?
this is a cayk tunnel alert. repeat: this is a cayk tunnel alert. i can smell melty chocolate and hear the big mixer whizzing
yes. she cannot forget me in a hurry.
all i got was the story of how she could not walk home from school in september without mum demanding her lunchbox and telling her off for not eating her sangers then filling it with brambles.
i suppose it protects the earlier wallpaper for posteriority (sp?).
then i sort of dozed off and we were on a train again before i knew it. which is when i said we had to get cayk and bakage before we got home.
and then for some reason sam decided against visiting the cafe (BOOOO!) and WALKING BACK TO CHICHESTER! the first bit of the walk was nice. we passed a field of chattering horses and loads and loads of brambles
the shop has no build-your-own-fishbournes which was quite disappointing. but i think i can at least model my own hypocaust using the piles of books she has no room for on the shelves.
there is a little museum in the main building. it is interesting enough but the best bit was that there were lots of little mice hiding among the exhibits.
it was quite breezy. i might have been a bit bothered about being blown over. also when we were going to get cake.
"you all right, chuck?" sam asks as we sit on a bench in the gardens and have a snack and a drink.
i am not big into gardens but sam likes kitchen garden type beds of plants that do stuff. i cannot remember what these were but sam liked them and asked me to hold them steady in the breeze so she could get a pic.
only the north wing is on display. half of the big courtyard garden and the south wing are under peoples houses. and the west wing has been covered over again to protect it.
also they just put new mosaics over the old ones. this one was found under the cupid gets an uber mosaic and moved so people could appreciate it.
proof that you just cannot get the staff these days, whenever these days are. (a) splitting a big room in two but not evenly and not tidying the mosaics at the edges. (b) messing up the spacing of the pattern and squishing one of the octagons to make it work
this is like one of the famous rooms. we were a bit puzzled about why cupid would ride a dolphin when he has wings but decided it was mebbe the end of the day and he was tired.
i think this was where i lost my sunnies.
the lady at the ticket desk told us loads of stuff then asked if we had any questions. "loo?" asked sam. "hypocaust?" asked me. we went to the loo first because of course.
the roman palace is only about five minutes walk from fishbourne station, right in the middle of a housing estate.
we begin at the nearly beginning. apparently this was the first time i was calm enough for her to get a picture. i would like to point out that it coincided with her finishing her coffee.
ok. photos!
i suppose there are always a couple of you with them so they forget that makes every trip special.
we must go there. SAM!
we also got scones for afternoon teas.
"K2 18B CAN GET IN THE BIN!" she is seconds from yelling at the telly for not talking about her project planet.
THIS IS NOT RESTFUL.
sams idea of relaxing now she has submitted her planets project and taken me to see a HYPOCAUST is watching that sky at night she could not watch in case it ruined her project. the woman introducing it is like a fully tea-d up version of sam talking about them
we will do pictures tomorrow. i am all excited out.
v excellent day. got a bit excited and may have lost my sunnies. but also was given a v important job on the way home:
they. do. not. 0/10 for constructibles suitable for small dogs. 9/10 for cool floor murals and ancient central heating.
i have no idea what they are but the fishbourne people talk about theirs a lot. we like roman stuff, it is like being back north home.
well. that is more of my pocket money gone.
I KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING! the voice of the train said we would stop at fishbourne! I AM GOING TO SEE A HYPOCAUST! @romanpalace.bsky.social
EAST CROYDON TRAIN STATION!!
i do not wish to get overexcited or anything but I APPEAR TO BE ON A BUS
feed me seymour
bonjour larkin
mebbe have proper food first?
ich sage nichts
please pass on hugs and some extra brewed tea to missy. i worry about her.
...hippo? du hast eine kleine etwas auf deine nase
YOU WENT ON A FUNICULAR!!! THAT IS SO COOL!!!!!
I AM INNOCENT. flopsy though
thats why mums go to iceland
you wake the elders in this house that suddenly, you lose a paw or two.
that is like asking if i like tea, heh. thank you lovely knuti!
AHA! sam found it for me. THAT is a proper pot and cuppa, @jodrellbank.bsky.social.
i cannot find the picture but jodrell bank were very nice about me being with sam the whole time, and had big enough teapots to deal with the both of us needing a brew or two.
"SSSSSSHHHHH" says mysa. "we just have to wait a bit longer then OPERATION EAT THE WHOLE GARDEN is go."
weil du da bist, hippo 😉
sam says she has accidentally over trimmed some of the windowsill garden and it is in a huff with her, so she is very pleased to see this for you. she says small acorns etc.
i think she would not cope half as well without you travelling with her. you are good for each other.
sam is nodding in agreement. "totally justified!" she says "and he is being v kind in turning to show it properly to everyone."
it is a good thing that she is shouting at a programme on the laptop rather than her work, i suppose.
YOU ARE BACK!!! is everyone ok and stuff?
enjoying our last day of having the flat to ourselves before she starts BIG STUDY LEAVE. so far we have moved the tea bags, eaten the ginger bics, and hidden one each of the pairs of socks on the airer. we act out of kindness. she needs small jobs to give her screen breaks and refresh her brain.
yell if you need them again.
when she got home one night last week she said she had accidentally started waxing about scaling factors to someone off the back of something only vaguely related
well. that is the only SPACE fact she says is safe for her to provide, unless she is with friends who have sworn on everything that they really do not mind an accidental half hour excitable lecture.
OI! that is sams fact!
LOOKIT THE BABY BOBBY! BUTTER WOULD NOT MELT ETC ETC! heh
cor, look at them. squidgy.
biscuits
wir haben ihnen somehow noch nicht geoffnet. sie riechen gut. sehr pink
