A nice day, apart from the bit where we went into Aldershot which is a hideous place and makes Huntingdon (my historic but sadly chav-infested hometown) look classy. Gods. We barely escaped with our lives.
glenatron and I stopped at a tea shop in the lovely village of Seale on the way back; it is of Saxon origin, and has a 12th century church that I've seen in passing and always wanted to visit. Which prompted this comment from Ben:
"It's a modern church, compared to Thursley - Norman, I think."
I fucking love that 900 years old is modern.
Anyway, just a couple of idiotic snapshots. And only one features ponies! *gasp*
Ben moving the fencing in this morning's snow, while Zorro and Cash look on.
So our flat may be no closer to actually being habitable, but at least (most of) my lynx have moved in! :D
AAAARRGHH IT'S HIDEOUS.
In the tea shop. Ben looks quite disdainful. It's almost as though he doesn't want to be seen out in public with me.
I MEAN WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT TO BE SEEN WITH THAT. I HAVE MY ARMS STUCK IN MY COAT SLEEVES. I JUST WANT TO TAKE MY COAT OFF. WHAT DO.
Also I have a special angry hair-brushing face. With my CUP OF SACRIFICIAL BLOOD.*
* It's herbal tea.**
** OR IS IT.
By Odin's beard, that man is suave. XD
Aaaand the 'modern' church.