Brown bins go out this evening. I have it in my calendar as a fortnightly recurring event. No idea when the green and black bins go out. Didn’t put the dates down. Those bins just seem to roll themselves out. He he.
THG is up and at it so turned the wireless off. Nowt on worth listening to. It’s all American politics and shenanigans in the Church Of England. The archbish of Canterbury has already fallen on his crook and other names being whispered in the cloisters include our own bishop of Lincoln who THG tells me she has never met. Me neither. Probs never will.
I did once, many moons ago, sit near a Bishop of Lincoln when on the train back from London. 1st class obvs. I wonder at which point in the hierarchy of the church you qualify for business class travel. He was probably getting it on expenses for attendance at the House of Lords. Dipping the sacramental bread in the gravy train.
In those days the church was also in the news because one of the clergy responsible for sending the cathedral’s copy of the Magna Carta on tour to Australia flew his family out there first class on expenses. Well I wouldn’t want to fly to Oz anything less than first class would you?
I can’t remember the deets but it left a stain on the altar cloth. Ended up in a very public row between the dean and the sub dean who was notionally the naughty boy and refused to fall on his own version of a crook or whatever sub deans get to brandish when delivering the sermon on fire and brimstone.
On another subject, effective oven use is a subject very close to our hearts, THG and I. Even though we have two we like to try and get everything in one. Nuff said.
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My main job today is game preparation. My friend Max very graciously swung by and dropped off braces of pheasant, partridge and wild duck (probably furious when it got shot). Might have to do it outside as last year feathers got everywhere.
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At my desk in the shed for the first time in a few days. Must be said you appreciate home comforts after being away for a while. The heater is on. All is well. As usual the shed still needs a bit of a tidy. It is ever thus.
Perhaps one of the projects for winter. Those short days and long nights where we are forced to stay indoors and gaze out of the window at storms raging and temperatures falling. Get that wood store sorted. You are going to need the fuel. The heat. Roll on the day they invent central heating.
Other than The New Saints v Bala Town in the Welsh League Cup there is no sport on today of interest and I doubt that game will be televised. It is unlikely that anyone has any idea where The New Saints are based so impossible for a film crew to get there. Bala now, that’s obvious, innit. Wonder what happened to the Old Saints? Could look it up I suppose, New and Old. Croesoswallt. Will the cable stretch that far?
The reality is I am trying to put off starting to pluck the pheasants (yea yea I know someone will pipe up). Once I get going I’ll be ok but right now I am in prevarication mode. This is a mental setting. Replaced the button that used to be there before the information revolution resulted in the ubiquitous deployment of soft switches and the inevitable infinite dither loop. A good concept, the infinite dither. Interesting anyway. I doubt THG would agree with the term “good” when applied to dither, infinite or otherwise.