It’s not really late but to us country folk it feels like the middle of the night….

We’ve been out to meet Mike ® for a Ruby and it’s only 10.30pm when we’re well and truly on our way home. Good job too – we’re both shattered from limited sleep….it’s just not the same as being at home. Also, our Ruby was not what we expected – a Nepalese curry isn’t quite like a real Indian/Pakistani/Bangladeshi curry but nonetheless it was pretty good.

Mike’s good company and our evening has been sweet.

Reading was our destination. I couldn’t express any more frustration that almost a year (yep, in my book we’re over the half-way point, it’s now eight months since we de-camped to a better life) I still need to spend so much time in the place we’re trying to leave behind. However, that’s the life I lead and so here we are……again.

There has been talk about all sorts of stuff, including the dangers of para-troopers landing in your garden – sorry, Colin, we’ll be eating out on that one for some time!!!!

The best story of tonight’s raconteur special is the story of ‘Tudor Wokingham Man’ (DM outside a Tudor building in Wokingham's town centre) – yep, our very own DM. We came home last night to Margaret, DMs Mum asking him to sort a load of ‘stuff’ out of their loft. Amongst the ‘stuff’ is a box full of old love letters from an ex. I was not privy to most of it but David did read out the post script of the final letter ‘PS I HATE you. You don’t love me, you could only ever love something designed by Ferdinand Porsche!’

This has ‘tickled my pink’ in as much as I can only imagine what misdemeanour led up to this outpouring of fury. I don’t suppose even he knows now.

As for whether David is capable of loving something other than a lump of steel…..well, what do YOU think?????

I'm not sure if last year's shot was bravely provocative or plain daft now but it's a good photo if nothing else.