Cansfield Squared

Today I saw two Cansfields. Here’s a photo of one of them:

Dawn in the good room which is rapidly becoming a library

I popped over to Liphook on another one of those mercy dashes I’m so good at. The ones involving IT problems which I can never seem to fix. Which is all of them. Actually, that’s not entirely true. The time I went over to rip out an old hard drive I was very successful.

Anyway, the problem was with a laptop that just refused to see the router and, therefore, was bereft of any Internet of any kind. It was my first exposure to Windows Vista and now I know why I hate it so. No wonder there was such fanfare and exhultation after the arrival of Windows 7. I’ll not go into all things I hate about it as it would probably make a longer entry than the snooker one.

But before I failed to fix the IT problem, we went to The Mill at Shottermill for a lovely lunch and a pint of fff. It’s odd but when pubs chalk up the beer from this brewery they write ‘Triple fff Alton Best’ which, unless my maths is worse than it usually is, a total of nine fs or fff fff fff. The brewery is called Triple f or fff. Not that it matters much. Their beer is all that matters. And it’s very, very nice. The brewery is just down the road near Alton.

Lunch over, we popped over to Liphook so I could pretend that I knew what I was doing and managed to score a mug of coffee and a mauling by Basil. That’s a friendly mauling which is more than I can say for Polly! Apart from barking all the time I was there (almost), she just barked! Crazy dog. Her tail wags all the time too. Dawn reckons she’s undecided. I think she’s right.

The photo is to show Nicktor’s Billy construction. I think I mentioned in a previous post about his gargantuan effort to erect 400 IKEA Billy bookcases in the good room and there is the evidence! Dawn was gracious enough to pose so I could splash her all over the Internet. Behind that smile she’s all sufferance.

And, of course, it being a Tuesday, Nicktor is due soon for his weekly dose of Gaz Movie Madness. But first, the pub. And I think I hear his gentle pitter patter on the door just…about…now.