That was the weekend...

When you look at art in a gallery, particularly abstracts, do you feel something inside you taking offence? I do. It seems so shallow and facile dosn't it. We went to the gallery on Sunday after the museum. It was Matilda and Luis and I, having a boys morning, and we did the whole nine yards there. Museums are SUCH an important thing to help us to understand our aetiology,



and this one is particulaly good because it has a very good cross section of stuff from the insects and stuffe animals to the dinosoar skeletons, to significant machines and cultural artifacts. In the basement they have the last remaining example of a German tank. Apparently they only made about 14 of them all up... which was a surprise.

We went to the art gallery cos someone had said that there was a picture there like the one I did of Josh...



We didn't find it, but we had a lot of fun not understanding what we were looking at. Here's a statue of a bloke with dog poo on his foot,



and here's one going 'pick me!, pick me!'. (Actually dear reader, I do like these)



So we went home... and found this fat little blue tongue in the back garden. Must have just eaten a mouse or something...





... and Matilda made some scary cookies for Halloween with the cookie cutters that Gannie had sent to us. (Thanks Gannie)



...while Feeb and I cut out the pumpkin.