24 hour rolling news.

 It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out that Sunday was going to be a quiet one.

I was up at a reasonable hour, as the chickens needed to be fed and let out.  I then drank several cups of coffee before making a tentative attempt at tidying up the house.

It is fair to say that the tidy up took most of the morning, but by the time we had finished the house looked presentable and my dinner suit* was back in the wardrobe along with its cummerbund and braces.

A kip was required after lunch before I headed out with Hobson for a constitutional around the Three Miler. 

It was during this walk that I regretted the fact that 30% had published a short account of the Honey Box Theft on Facebook. Her post had received a lot of reaction, and many comments in support of our little stall, basically decrying the morons who stole it.

Unfortunately every person I met offered their sympathies and requested the details of the event. I swear I had the same conversation three times in the space of thirty minutes!

It's a good job there's a lot going on in the World at the moment, or we'd have a BBC News Crew camped out on the village green getting Vox pops from the dog walkers.

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* It originally belonged to my father. He had it tailored by Hepworth's in Evesham back, I assume, in the late 50's or early 60's. It is a beautiful suit with a narrow satin collar. I believe it is referred to as a shawl collar. Anyway, by the early 1980's there was no way my father would ever fit in to the suit again, so I acquired it and it has served me well ever since. The joke is that I was, shall we say, successful with the ladies whenever I wore it ... I am now banned from wearing it unless I am in the company of my good lady.