So thanks to working extra time during the week – primarily arriving at 7.30 or soon after, I walked out of work at a little after quarter to two. I was momentarilly delayed by a conversation with Helen concerning the origins of the v-sign – of the 2 fingered salute. It’s plainly not just the British version of the American one finger ‘cos that just doesn’t make sense. The one finger means, well, you know, and two fingers just doesn’t make anatomical sense. So which came first? Peace/Victory, or the reversed V-sign – which err… doesn’t…

It was funny really, not least because this was work, and Helen (previously just friend) is now friend and manager, and here we are gesticulating wildly at each other? We didn’t come up with an answer though? Any ideas?

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I drove back to Bicester, collected my weekend bags, and Pepper and his weekend bags, and then drove south. Whistled though the major roadworks at the A34/M4 junction only to slam into a one hour delay just after Newbury! What should have been a two hour journey became three in hot sunny weather. Thank the lord for my iRiver and the PM programme…

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Pepper is settled in nicely, and Barney and Sam and Bramble are pleased to see me. Now my dinner is almost done, so time to sign off…

…remember if you have any ideas on derevations/relationships of the two different v-signs, post away here, both Helen and I are perplexed and intrigued!