The guessing game

I'm in the middle of a two week holiday at the moment which goes some way to explaining why I haven't updated the blog for a while. Sorry.

I'm spending a few days in West Wales, a place I am very happy to call home. Its beautiful here, especially at the moment when the sun is shining. I went for a walk around the local wildlife park earlier with the old dear, and I might go to the beach tomorrow. Its a great pace of life for a few days, but I know come Tuesday I'll be ready to go back to Bristol. Back to the hustle and bustle of city life, where there's always something happening and you can actually find a pub with Sky Sports in it.

And that's where I leave the original strand of this blog because I've just stumbled across a piece of cardboard by the computer. Mum keeps it here to make notes when she's on the phone, and about things she hears on the radio that she might like to look up later on. Here are some examples;

'Mark Owen' - clearly there was something on the radio about hat-obsessed pop stars she wanted to know more about.
'www.sewexciting.com' - I bet its not.
'House of Commons football' - I bet the standard is terrible.
'Cable car. 6 toes. 6 toes.' - bizarre.

I was just chuckling away at this last one when I decided to take a closer look at this sheet. Turns out its not the strangest entry;

'Cotham/Abba fan' - Cotham is an area in Bristol. Quite what the Abba fan is doing there I'll never know.
'Stumpwork' - God I hope this was Gardener's Question Time.
'Miss Benny' - One can only imagine. But here comes my personal favourite;

'False leg. Cow wheat. No Lemonade.'

I cannot for the life of me imagine any conceivable scenario that would lead to someone writing down those words in that order. Still, it could have been worse. I originally read it as 'False Leg. Cow wheat. No 1 gonads.' Small mercies and all that.