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Gillian and I went for a run in Hampstead Heath this morning. The weather was (and still is) beautiful. We were enjoying our run and chatting and suddenly realised that we lost our bearings.

We were trying to decide which way to go when we noticed a man walking his dog coming towards us. “Where do you want to get to?” he asked. Gillian started replying but I cut her off and blubbered “You’re one of the Pythons!” “Yes, Terry Jones.” he replied laughing. We shook hands and I managed say something along the lines of “Nice to meet you Terry!” He gave us directions, we thanked him and we went our way.

For the rest of our run I kept on jabbing the air in front and going “You’re one of the Pythons!” It’s not every day you meet one of your heros!

After this was marked and the child brought it home, she returned to school the next day with the following note:

Dear Ms. Davis,

I want to be very clear on my child’s illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This drawing is of me…. selling a shovel.

Mrs. Harrington

Via Gromblog