Just Jo!

….crap, crap photos….
The lunar eclipse over Exeter….

Have no idea what the red dot is. Must be some kind of alien about to overtake the planet….

Red dot still there….we’re in imminent danger….

Then I started to get bored, so here’s Olivia prancing around the garden in her pyjama’s with binoculars at 10:30….

Then she realised I was taking photos of her in her pyjamas….

Then I realised the photos were crap because I was shivering so much in the cold night air. And then I realised that I was shivering in the cold night air waiting for something, ie the moon, to disappear from view. So we went in and looked through the window instead.

A real quickie because we’ve only just got back and I’m tired, but very happy!
We spent the morning making lots of itty bitty tomato tarts. And did manage to make a chocolate cake that came out like brownies so that was good!!
We got to Di’s about 2ish and she did love her card and daffodils. So that was good too!!
I actually felt very privileged for us to have been invited. Everyone else there was either family or very, very old friends of Di. We had a lovely time, very welcomed and everyone so friendly!
Now we’re waiting for the lunar eclipse. The moon is partially covered already and we have a fantastic view. I will be taking photos, it just remains to be seen how they turn out!
Can’t go without a funny….here you go….

BREAKDOWN
A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down.

An American Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town. She climbed up behind him on the horse and then rode off.

The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would let out a “Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a” so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills.

When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final “Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!” and rode off.

“What did you do to get that Indian so excited?” asked the service-station attendant.

“Nothing,” the woman answered. “I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn’t fall off.

“Lady,” the attendant said, “Indians don’t use saddles.”