Watching Rowan Atkinson play George Simenon's Maigret, dubbed into French. If you made him slightly thinner and slightly greyer and have him wear a slightly more worn mack, he would be exactly as I imagine Maigret. The acting, though, is spot on.

My newest happy song is "I Want an Alien for Christmas" by Fountains of Wayne.

Discovering a blurry picture on the internet that showed that in fact there are no missing parts to the loom of the Pelham "Mother Dragon" marionette Mrs Stevie gave me for Xmas, and by simply re-arranging the screw-eyes someone de-arranged for gosh-knows what reason and replacing the long-gone elastic links for the wings and jaw strings I now had a good-as-new puppet to play with even though this one was bought sometime before decimalization. Someone also tied knots in the leg strings so they wouldn't "run" through the screw-eyes, but I got those knots out with two needles (used as marlin spikes) and some patience while Doctor Who ran on Xmas night. S'triffic puppet. Raaaaaaaar!

Driving on the motorway past the same spot every morning this week just in time to see a huge flock of geese, numbering thousands, take off from their overnight roost.

Finding the waxed thread online and using it to repair the Dragon marionette. Thread snapped after I twisted the control strings too aggressively for storage (you do this to stop the lines tangling in the box). Head detached from body, tail detached and fell into component beads. All fixed now, though, including discovering a new and great way to "snug up" knots with only one pair of hands.

Made myself a full English breakfast this morning. Haven't done it in over 2 years, you just can't get the bacon over here, and Ham is not an acceptable substitute. So fried bread. Black Pudding. Bacon and scrambled eggs. Sausages. Tea and toast with marmalade. 'Cos that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh) I like it.

Seeing that the second-hand 50-year old pear tree we installed outside the house a month ago (to make our new-ish house look less new on this street) is starting to blossom. Good. If it hadn't have done anything, then that would have been quite a lot of money wasted.

I spoke too soon. The tree gave up. Arse.

I saw tons of great local talent last night when I went to see my city's chapter of Christian Youth Theater's production of Seussical, Jr.

A Bank Holiday with perfect weather! Full sun, light breeze, able to take luncheon on the terrace (oh all right then, a chicken and cheese sandwich in the backyard). But, there was cider involved....

[pen] I'm impressed that it tried at all in its first year, after the shock of being moved. Have you given it the love and horse poop that a budding tree needs?