It’s been eight years since I last tasted chocolate and I still don’t miss it one bit.
It’s also eight years since my last significant migraine and I don’t miss them one bit either!
It’s been eight years since I last tasted chocolate and I still don’t miss it one bit.
It’s also eight years since my last significant migraine and I don’t miss them one bit either!
Julie is stuck at home today having sprained her ankle yesterday. She’s started to watch the 1995 TV version of Pride and Prejudice.
Ian sat down with her for a few minutes and asked “where are the Zombies?”
I think he is confusing Pride and Prejudice with Pride and Prejudice and Zombies!
We were watching a TV news article about proposals for a minimum price for alcohol earlier.
Ian wants to know why the government is trying to put his Granddad out of business.
He also wants to know if the ban on advertising will mean Weavers will have to repaint the vans.
Because “it keeps my wrist warm.”
Today Ian passed his Warhammer 40K graduation battle and graduated.
He’s been reading the rules, codexes, painting marines and going to the weekly lessons since his birthday in August and finally he was ready for the battle.
He challenged Elvis (one of the Aberdeen Hobby Center staff) to the battle and we arranged to the battle for after school today.
Ian prepared his 1,000 point battleforce of Red Fist space marines (Chapter Master Omar, two 10 marine tactical squads, a Predator, assault squad, Dreadnaught and a squad of six Terminators), gave the rules one last read and we headed off to the shop.
Ian performed well, but some lucky dice on Elvis’ part led to all of Ian’s battleforce being wiped out, but since neither of them were able to take both objectives it was a draw.
What does graduated mean? Well, it means he gets a certificate and can now attend club nights at the shop to fight battles with other graduates.
Well done Ian!
Ian was reading his Warhammer 40K Space Marine Codex today and was looking at a Venerable Dreadnought.
“What does venerable mean?” he asked.
According to the Snow Leopard dictionary, it is an adjective meaning “accorded a great deal of respect, esp. because of age, wisdom, or character.”
After I explained was it meant, he said “Just like Grandpa!”
Paul was kind enough to take Ian and myself to the RAF Leuchars air show in his Jaguar XKR Coupe which is optimistically described as a 2+2.
Ian got in the back and was prompty squashed when I put the passenger seat back so I could fit. He didn’t complain and sat there for the 2 hours into and out of the air show.
When we arrived back at Paul house he got out, stretched and said “I feel like living luggage.”
Despite Paul’s car being so nice, I think we’ll take a bigger vehicle next year.
Just back from a great day at the RAF Leuchars air show with Ian and Paul. Fantastic clear skies and sun – perfect airshow weather.
The flying display was OK – nothing special compared with air shows of the ’80s – although the static display was very disappointing. Probably about a third the size of previous years.
Best displays were a Belgian F-16AM, Eurofighter Typhoon, a Czech Grippen, the Red Arrows and of course the Vulan which was definitely the highlight of the show – magnificent, graceful.
Ian says he had a good day.
Started the day with another walk around Arromanches town square and the beach in front of the Mulberry remains before breakfast in the hotel.
Checked out of the hotel and headed for the American Cemetery at Omaha Beach not entirely sure what to expect. When we arrived we were amazed at the brand new visitors’ centre and were lucky enough to get a guided tour of the cemetery by a member staff with two Americans and two Australians. The guide explained the history of the cemetery and have an overview of the D-Day disaster on Omaha, but also managed to make the story of some of the soldiers quiet personal. Very interesting, especially seeming how high and overgrown the cliffs were – climbing them under fire and carrying equipment must have been quiet a feat. We then walked down the imposing cliffs to the beach and walked along to the remains of battery WN62, again quiet impressive with a number of overlapping gun positions, machine gun nests and mortar pits.
Next stop was the Pont de Hoc battery where the American Rangers assaulted the cliff tops from the sea below to take the guns only to discover the battery was empty and the guns had been moved back. The ruins of the bunkers and numerous bomb craters were pretty impressive gives a hint of how fearce the fighting and destruction must have been.
Finally we had lunch in Carentan before driving up to Cherborg for the ferry home.