Normally Radio 4’s “thought for the day” gets me out of bed. This morning it caused me to fall asleep again! Some bishop or other. Read a bit of my Samuel Pepys book and then showered. Had to turn the temperature down on the shower. An indication of the hot weather ahead.
Pleasant walk to the shed. Cloudy right now but it’s going to be one of those hot summer days and the doors are already flung open in anticipation. Feels as if I should record the days where the shed doors are wide open in the same way that I record milkman arrival times (05:21 yesterday) but tbh I can’t be arsed and nobody would take note anyway 🙂 It would serve as an indication of temperatures for people looking back from centuries in the future although they could also look up the met office historical records. I suppose.
Road outside the house is still busy but it is before nine. Once the workers have made it to their offices and the chains clicked into place the traffic noise will abate. Won’t be too long before the schools break up for the summer hols which should further reduce the traffic. Not that I find traffic noise to be a problem but with the doors wide open maybe I’m hearing it more.
Just spent five minutes tidying up one of my Facebook groups. It’s called “Trefor” and is a forum for people of that name. We only have three members and never post anything but somehow fifteen others have joined or asked to join who are not called Trefor so I’ve made short shrift of them. Huh, interlopers. Considered closing the group but I can’t yet bring meself to going to that extreme.
I did invite sixty or seventy Trefors to join the group when I started it a few years back but none of them accepted. For some reason 🙂 It is quite an exclusive group.
When I rocked up for breakfast this morning THG took a deep breath and announced she had added to my jobslist. That is perfectly fine I replied. I am here to serve. The question is when will I fit it all in?
I’ve just done one of the jobs, or a part of it. I cut down the clump of bamboo with the hedge trimmer. The bit that is not done is the digging up the root ball. This is not a job for me. It needs the strength and fitness of an offspring.
The act of retrieving the trimmer from the potting shed has also prompted me to elevate the tidying of the potting shed to a higher priority on the list. Trouble is it is now starting to warm up to what I consider to be a dangerous temperature for physical activity.
The other job I’ve decided to do today is to sort out selling our trailer. It’s a Daxara 158 with hard top, roof bars and spare wheel. The works. They go for over a grand new, £1,150 even. I’d be happy with four hundred. It is in good nick. Now that the kids have left home we don’t need it and Anne’s car doesn’t have a towbar anyway.
With the news being full of the bent betting habits of tory election candidates I thought I’d take a look at the various bets and odds available for the forthcoming General Election. Sky Bet tells me that the most likely outcome is for the Conservatives to lose between 275 and 299 seats (evens betting) and four to one that the number will be less than fifty. Aawww.
The list (not exhaustive) of those likely to not be around after the election includes Dishi Rishi, Matty Boy Hancock, Cruella Braverman, Jacob Rees Moggy, Jezzer (cough) Hunt, Lizzie Truss, the detestable Priti Patel, Govey Boy, Dancing Theresa May, Dom (I was quite useless) Raab, James not very Cleverly, Penny I am thick Mordant, and Failing Grayling, natch. I realise one or two of them are jumping ship anyway but they are all people for whom I have mostly had nothing but contempt over the last fourteen years and will be glad to see them go.
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Great summer smell to the evening. It’s a smell I’ve observed now and again during the course of my life. The smell at the end of a hot day. A special smell.