Stars in your eyes

Well, that made my morning. Through a series of coincidences, I started corresponding with one of my tv heroes. In order to save any embarrassment (like mine) I won't reveal names but suffice to say that this guy used to write, and star, in a funny television programme that Jan and I have always found hilarious. Writing this makes me sound like a star-struck teenager, but hey, star-struck maybe, teenager not. Anyway, we've been invited over for a drink. Suck on that!

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The bloody washing machine was carted off this morning because it has suddenly stopped working and our super fast blacksmith delivered and installed a new gate. A day for handing out lots of moolah. Bum.