Category: old blogging

bbzzzzz. bbzzzzz. I’ve got one of those buzzy headaches, no doubt caused by the excessive heat and being a little tired after a busy weekend. Thankfully, I have a long weekend break planned, when I intend to turn the relaxation up to MAX, and the weather forecast is for pleasant sun with an end to the searing temperatures.
The British – never satisfied with the weather.
And, yes, I’m counting the hours. 99 at the moment, or thereabouts. I’ve been counting them for some time.

Tomorrow is the 15th of July. Notable as being my first pay day under PFE. I know that paying myself may seem a bit odd, but I need to show a salary in order to keep the mortgage people at the bank happy. These are the same people who lent the money to me in order that I might pay myself. Such is the way of the world.

Some bright spark decided it would be terribly amusing to spill the contents of six litter bins across the cathedral green during the night. This morning, as I walked across the green on my way to the station, one of the cathedral staff stood surveying the scene with a clutch of bin bags in his hand and a look of some resignation on his face. Several times in recent years, the cathedral authorities have threatened to fence off the green and lock it every evening, and if this sort of idiotic behaviour becomes a regular occurence, then that is more likely to happen. And that would be a loss to the city, I think.

Why do people break plates? I don’t really know. Suggestions?

Things I haven’t written about here lately:

• what I’m really feeling at the moment and why life just gets better
• the wonder of factor 30 sun block
• the man who dropped a pot, broke it and swore
• paint dribbles
• white lilies blushed with pink
• the Chichester bypass
• yams
• why Sainsbury’s winds me up

…amongst other things. If enough people ask, I may expand on one or more of those topics. Except the first one, naturally. If I could be arsed, I’d have a Scaryduck-stylee rigged poll.

Another long hot day, punctuated by winning six bottles of red wine in a prize draw at the event. Which is nice. No volunteers currently sought for sharing them, although if the first bottle tastes of vinegar, I may give the other five away. I’m generous like that.

I’m shattered. Today was a very long and very hot day. So, now that I’ve taken a cool shower, I intend to relax and wind down. And not go out again.

I’ve been trying to use AOL’s mobile phone email service. It sucks. It lets me write my mail and address it, but crashes when I try to send. So I am feeling a little incommunicado, especially as the person I am trying to mail is sans mobile at the moment. Sigh. Thank goodness for wapblogger.

Today I shall mostly be frying alive in the baking sun at the Parham House Garden Weekend. As usual though, my mind will be miles away. And that is a Good Thing.

Quack.