Security Breach

Ring ring it's 7am, move yourself to go again...

I'd been awake since 6, watching and waiting for the alarm. It didn't disappoint.

I could feel my spidey sense tingling, why?

Breakfast passed without incident, then it was time to ready K for school. After tooth brushing fun I flung open the curtains.

Sirens blared, security lights whirled and flashed. Holy rodents Batman, the guinea pig hutch front door was open wider than Gordon Brown's mouth after reading Hazel Blear's monthly expenses!

Quickly I adopted stealth mode and made for the bedroom door, signalling to Mrs Snoop to contain the situation whilst I checked the perimeter. As I ran downstairs, three at a time (Bond would've been proud), I thought of the possibilities...

1 - a fox has been in. This is gonna be messy
2 - weather related door openage. If this were the case I expected to find the two girls cowering safely in the back, they're none too brave y'know.

I was outside, up the garden steps in a single bound, I could see the sleeping compartment was empty, o crap. At the hutch. Phew! I can see two live ones - all clear.

I turned to the house. In true security stylee Mrs Snoop had redrawn the curtains.

Silence in the garden. All clear, all accounted for.

Note to self: Hutch needs a new door catch.

Let's Go Racing

Step One, buy a racing bike. Check
Step Two, get a racing licence. Just off the phone from British Cycling. Check

More news when I get it...

Walk and Talk

Our darling daughter spent le weekend with her auntie & cousins. Mrs Snoop and I took advantage of this. Train to London Victoria. Walk past Buck House and across The Green Park. Strolling along Berkeley Square, ducking in and out of Mayfair's enchanted alley ways. A stop for rosé champagne and edamame at Mews, lots of talking, lots of ideas, plans.

Department hopping in Selfridges. Café stops, snack stops, glass of Marlborough Sauvignon blanc stops.

Dinner at Hush. Service, and food to die for. Another glass or two, Taittinger this time. Lots of talking, lots of ideas, plans. Good job I brought along a note book.

A late evening stroll and a brief stop at The Goring, almost too old fashioned.

Sunday brought a lovely walk through the Surrey hills and a tip top lunch at the Stephan Langton, followed by a lost hour strolling, walking, talking, planning.

Wonderful in the extreme.