Whoosh Ya Kipper I’m Back!!!!!!!!!

I’m not dead and I haven’t run away with some weird cult. I’m back in Claybrooke with the forlorn and divorced and have been for nearly 3 weeks. My laptop was playing up and had to be disemboweled and reborn. There was me thinking everything was sorted and backed up to hardrive (it was) but when I came to log into my own blog it wouldn’t accept any of my usual passwords. WordPress themselves were about as much use as a chocolate teapot and even had the nerve to say that the blog was set up via an email account that wasn’t even mine! Thankfully I have IT geeky friends who are excellent supersleuths so here I sit updating My blog and sticking 2 fingers up at the assholes in the crappily named support team. So what have you missed? Not a lot. We arrived back from Cornwall. We’ve had an Indian Summer and I’ve been scaring wildlife by wearing shorts. The guy who backed into my bumper has agreed to cough up the money for the repair – all £288 of it. I recommend trying to explain to a garage that you live in your van – they look at you like you’re a Pikey. The plan is to stay here until early November and then spend a few weeks at Warwick Racecourse. I have a bee in my bonnet at the mo about this CL as he’s putting his fees up from £10 to £12.50 a night yet the loos/showers are minging shit holes – I’m not exaggerating, and I’m fed up of his dog crapping round my van, so I need to find myself a new base from which to conduct my shenanigans.