On the train south and just realised that the flippin cricket is on. Now listening in my phones. Wearing my INEX hoodie just because outside the cocoon of the train carriage is typical British summer weather. Hoodies ain’t just for kids.
Couple sat opposite headed for Hong Kong. Said it was business as usual unless you were a political activist. Not sure when I’ll be going back though. Probably never. Can’t just keep going places.
Travel and getting to see different parts of the world is fine, all well and good, but it is not the be all and end all. There is more to life.
For example our tomato crop is coming along nicely. The solar powered irrigation however is not totally working and we have been watering with the hose. I think some of the nozzles are blocked. This is eminently fixable but it does need me to allocate bandwidth to the cause. Right now I’m heading into town for an evening at Ronnie Scotts. Ronnie Scotts = not fixing the irrigation system.
We have a fairly diverse few days ahead of us. Night out with Barbara and George in Chester tomorrow, Tatton Park Flower Show on Friday, boating in Beaumaris with the Jameses on Saturday and off with Rhys and Eirian to see Josh Barry and Rag n Bone man on Sunday, featuring John Davies on alto sax. None of which gets the irrigation system sorted but hey…
PS Phoenix Arts Club later tonight if anyone wants to tag along
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Just past an old looking geezer in train. Interesting how some people look old. I’m sixty one. When I were a lad I thought that was old and that people that age wore cardigans and ties and just looked the part. Now I see people like that and wonder how old they could possibly be. Even if they were seventy one that’s not much of an age gap really these days.
When I die don’t want no coffin, thought about it all too often, just strap me in behind the wheel and bury me in my automobile.