Stargate - Lost City, part 1

( Stargate - Lost City, part 1 )

Has dawned on me that hardly anyone will be reading this review. Half of the Stargate fans on my friends list don't have sky, and the others are American!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

I spent the afternoon with osiris13, her mum, and her dog, Mozart. It wasn't planned; only Clare texted, said what are you doing this afternoon, I wanted to escape the next spurt of decorating (my parents were last heard of fighting over bidets, as previously reported) so she knocked on the door and came to get me.

And off we went. It was lots of fun, actually. Mozart is now nearly seven but hasn't really progressed beyond puppyhood. He's a large, lolloping Golden Retriever with a penchant for rolling over in grass cuttings so he turns green. As it isn't summer yet, he hasn't had a chance of that this year. Nevertheless, he was his usual boisterous self as we went down to the beach, talking. About everything and anything, naturally. Fanfic, and slash, and Clare's scholarship exam, for which she wrote several sides on the Theory of Everything. I maintain that Clare will have to invent it and then name it after herself. The Lenfestey Theory of Everything has rather a nice ring to it.

We walked for miles. Miles and miles down the shore, with Mozart following behind with a Very Big Stick, and we discussed the likelihood of the Earth being flat (conclusion - not much of one) and then turned inland to the Fisherman's path. We walked for miles along there as well. We eventually reached the railway line, which Mozart did not approve of because we had to put him on the lead, and then we walked down Victoria Road in search of squirrels.

Which never materialised. Bu we had a good afternoon. For some reason, Rice-Oxley figured a great deal in the conversation. Maybe it's something to do with the squirrels.