a) this picture (nicked from the excellent Sarcastic Boob's Facebook page)
and b) this on the last person finally made aware of breast cancer, which made me smile.
OK, that's enough of that. Let's move on.
I've been to the seaside. Yes again. This time I went to the Lyme Regis area for a few days.
We had lots of lovely autumn sunshine so we mooched about in picturesque towns,
|I resisted going inside as I'm currently operating a ruthless one in one out book policy|
visited quaint villages and strolled on beaches. As it was out-of-season it wasn't horribly busy.
|See what I mean?|
This part of England is known as the Jurassic Coast and there are, apparently, loads of fossils to be found. Not by me there weren't. Here's the other half searching, unsuccessfully, for pre-historic remains
He keeps telling people it doesn't matter that he didn't find anything as he already lives with an old fossil. Oh how I laugh. He also keeps getting confused and tells people we've been to Jurassic Park. Idiot.
Of course, there were cats around, some floppy and affectionate,
others mildly irritated
Sadly we did find there to be a bit of a gang problem in Lyme Regis. Here are some of the more intimidating characters
Talking of trouble, no sooner had I come back from Dorset than I found myself in hospital for a CT scan. Yep, it's scan time again. I get the results next week. The usual anxiety abounds. Still I'm planning some diversionary activities including having all three sisters in the UK at once. Let's get ready to rumble!