I'm Alright Jack

So someone in Doncaster can afford the luxury of turning down 9.5 million quid in lottery winnings (link). Just goes to show as long as they've enough for a pint, a pack of regal and a bet the North is alright.

Anyway, Kings Day, back home in time for a slap up supper and to update the blog. Nora loved it, after plying her friends with the choc-chip cookies we spent the morning baking, we were rained with sweets from the floats of the Kings (now safely stashed in a pot to rot my teeth for months to come), Nora waved at all 3, Caspar, Melchoir and Balthazar so I hope they don't let her down in the morning ; ;

I ordered some real goodies today, 3 maps of St. George Littledale's and Sir Eric Teichman's respective forays into late 19th and early 20th century Tibet. More news when they arrive.

So whether it be fags and whippets, cookies and sweets, or 19th century maps, the important thing is a grin on one's face that says "I'm alright Jack"