Miss Fleet back in action

September 19, 2009


It takes more than a spiral fracture of the tibia to keep Miss Fleet away from the swings!

Thelma and Louise Junior

September 14, 2009


Miss Fleet (5) has spent the day demonstrating why it is not a good idea to jump off the top off the top of the climbing frame at school, hand in hand with your friend. Her friend appears to have survived unscathed. Miss Fleet, who presumably landed underneath, has a broken leg. She is being very brave.

More Invertebrate Horror!

July 17, 2009

Dosidicus_gigas.jpg First it was the ants, and now the Squid are getting in on the act. The Telegraph (among numerous other media outlets) reports that Humboldt (or Jumbo) Squid have been turning up off San Diego where they have taken to attacking divers.

It seems that the horrible tentacled brutes have been assaulting the divers, pulling at their gear and masks. One woman called Shanda Magill had her buoyancy hose ripped away and her light stolen by the sub-aquatic hooligans. Given that the squids in question can grow to 5 feet long and weight more than 7 stone, the safest thing to do is probably to give into their demands and hope they go away – particularly as they can hunt in schools of up to 1200, and can skim along the surface of the water to escape predators.

Still, it could be worse. If this lot get involved we will be in real trouble (artists impression below)



May 18, 2009


It’s been an interesting day chez Fleet.

I put my back out big time on Saturday, and have spent Sunday and Monday horizontal on my bed, but for a visit to see Hilary the Chiropractor, who has manipulated me. Time will tell whether it will make any difference! Miss Fleet (4) then spent all night being sick everywhere, while Rothmans is in the midst of teething and thus has a temper on her which makes Gordon Brown look mild mannered by comparison.

Then to cap it all I was attacked by a velour octopus.

On the plus side there are chips for dinner.


January 26, 2009

18102008023.jpg Here you see your humble blogger with my beloved Brompton bike. I greatly enjoy my ride from Paddington to the office each morning and evening, which gives me a chance to watch the goings on of the West End first thing in the morning – this morning a huge row between two lady cyclists, one of whom had jumped a red light and was thereupon abused by the other with a cry of “it’s people like you who make people think we’re all ar*eholes”. *

Unfortunately it all went horribly wrong this morning when my foot slipped off the pedal when passing the American Embassy on Grosvenor Square. I am prone to back injuries (probably something to do with being 6 foot 5 tall) and lo and behold I have twisted my back.

I’ve spent the day popping paracetamol and lurching around the place like Quasimodo, and am sitting here with a heatpad on my back. Hopefully normal service will be resumed tomorrow, although I suspect I am in for a painful few days, punctuated by anguished cries of “I’m in tremendous pain, Ted”.

(* She’s right – I try to scrupulously obey the rules of the road on the grounds that if cyclists want to be treated with respect and not run over by buses, taxis. members of the Household Cavalry on horses etc, we need to be whiter than white ourselves)