1730 and we're still here. however, we've discovered our present middle of nowhere is actually Coven Heath. In fact the two houses our cat search took us to this morning ARE Coven Heath. The village of Coven is about a mile away and somewhat bigger, having a Co-Op, Chemist and fish and chip shop to It's name. Also a real butchers that sells books as a sideline. The local beef today was longhorn from a nearby village. A local sweet corn field is guarded by CCTV, which tells you a lot about today's society. I checked a boat moored about half a mile back on the canal for a confused black and white cat but it was crewed by maltesers ( I'm not sure what the official term for someone from Malta is ). Their English and my Maltese failed to connect, but suffice to say Sadie was not there. I can only assume the Maltesers did not enter the country via narrowboat but I am sure The Australians would have sunk them mid-channel.
With my hatred of war I was naturally drawn to Ian Hislop's The Wipers Times on BBC 2 last night. It was a satirical newspaper produced in the Belgian World War1 trenches by British troops near Ypres which grew more and more popular amongst front-line troops and the British public. It was a brilliant idea and an equally brilliant programme and very funny. Catch up with it if you can. ( us Brits could not pronounce Ypres, hence the Wipers title )
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