Other news Chris returns from Rome tonight and I’m going out for a curry with the guys as a good-bye Norwich for Tom and Faye who will be missed, but they couldn’t be going to a better place then southern Devon.
Here’s a game to play: 1. Take a song with the word Heaven 2. Replace to much hilarity the word Heaven with the word Devon and let the merriment ensue.
I realize something; I’m still obsessed with Moby Dick. That book has just gotten into my gray matter and won’t leave. Like the fact that far too many times in conversation lately has it come up that I really want to smell the inside of a Sperm Whale’s head thanks to chapter 94. I guess you just have to read the book…

Have you seen the white whale?
No really, have you seen the white whale? I'm looking for him.
White whale, seen him?
Big guy...white...hump...head full of oil...some harpoons and a Philippine guy stuck to him? No? If you do see him let me know.
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OK! So you're a Moby Dick fan, then tell me the country of origin the gold piece was that the captain nailed to the mast as an incentive to the first man who spotted the white whale. No fair looking in the book. Was on a pop-quiz in 1966 when I took American literature.
Ecuador.
Wales?
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