Uh, that hatchet fish is much less heedless than a artful monkey....

...is what I got when I got bored and typed "grammatically correct nonsense" in Google and was presented with this site.

So this morning, just like any other morning, I was awoken at 5:30 by what I thought was "The Last Post" being played by someone who obviously has nothing better do in the early hours of a Sunday morning than practise their trumpet/bugle skills (head here if you've never heard "The Last Post"). Chantelle thought I was crazy, and I had considered this proposal, seeing as it was after all 5:30 in the morning and I could well have been dreaming it. But no, as I was parking up on our street earlier this afternoon, once again the poignant and tuneful notes of the aforementioned memorial ditty began floating across the street. Maybe I am crazy. Maybe somewhere in my life "The Last Post" has played a rather important part, and is now embedded in the fibres of my, let's face it, messed up consciousness.

We have a new Stake President. His name is Rick van den Dungen Bille. He's a Californian. With a Dutch heritage. Living in Beverley. Presiding over the Hull (and surrounding area) region of the LDS Church. Whilst we're not exactly encouraged to drink, I wouldn't mind having a go at saying "President Rick van den Dungen Bille" after a few shots.

The cat is nowhere to be found. Suspect that aforementioned kitty may be discovered by dishing up some yummy cat food.

Now I'm seeing trees walking out of the neighbour's garden.

All in all a very surreal day so far.

Will keep you posted on the location of the moggy.