Marvel

In 2008, Troy and I went to see Iron Man back in New York City. I remember because I was wearing the brand new pair of reissued 1995 Nike Jason Kidd sneakers I had wanted for so long!

And now, 11 years later in London, Jen and I saw the final (of this saga) Marvel movie, finishing the story started all those years ago. I've now seen all of the movies, in the order they were released, and each only once. Which is pretty cool. And in case you were wondering: this time I wore old, beat up Pumas.

Getting A Bit Easier

I'm on a different project at work now, which is much, much easier. Although I'm not sure if it's just feels that way when compared with the last project. We'll see how it goes. Mum and Dad are back from Florida, so it will all return to normal down here in Lymington.

Speaking of normality and Lymington, I'm convinced my neighbour has a deep rooted hatred of trees, as it seems like every weekend, I can see more and more of the people across the lake. Including houses I didn't even know were there. If someone doesn't like trees, living in a part of the country with the word "Forest" in the name, probably isn't the smartest thing to do. But what do I know?