Tbh I’ll be quite glad when this election is over with. The bullshit they keep giving airtime to is getting quite tedious. My vote has already been cast. Will put some champagne in the fridge to chill.
I plan to practise some grave dancing. A glee fuelled frenzy, hopefully celebrating the political demise of some of the worst, self-serving, useless bunch of politicians we have ever been unfortunate enough to have in the job.
Moving on, THG is a lot happier this morning having watched her side come back from an early flight home from the European football competition with a stunner of an overhead goal by Jude Bellingham. Although I am only a mildly interested bystander the tension in the house was palpable. Disappointment seemed inevitable.
Also the Davies representatives at Glasto are now all on their way home or already back. The first left late last night and the second is now on the M4. A busy week ahead as they all converge on Lincoln tomorrow night. I will need to make two runs to the stayshun to pick up the party as they won’t all fit in THG’s car.
Twould appear to be much sunnier today than was the case yesterday. Our regular milkman reappeared at four fifty three this morning sporting a polo shirt. Surely a sign of good weather ahead? The met office says cold and cloudy but looking outside the garden is bathed in sunshine. Works for me.
A third plant has come into flower in my meadow. No idea what it is yet but as the blossom gets bigger, or is joined by others, I should be able to determine the make, so to speak.
This morning should also see me making more progress with the garage clearout. Freeing up a big space on one of the shelves by moving the tent on means it will be easier for me to move things around to sort. On the floor there are four large black crates that could do with not being there anymore.
One of the crates is filled with bar kit left over from the festival and another with wetsuits, life jackets and other kayaking and snorkelling gear that were once a feature of Davies family life.
The goal is to purge the garage of items unnecessary. Davies Surplus, as it might be said. We may have to have a bit of a Facebook Marketplace session. Some of it is probably good stuff but kid sized wetsuits and life preservers ain’t much use to us now.
Ditto the golf clubs. I have at least four sets in there, gathered over the years. Then there are four body boards and, I note, some pink and blue beach umbrellas that were presumably left over from the festival bar area. They ain’t staying.
The higher shelves are typically reserved for boxes of Christmas decorations. There are a lot of them! I saw that the “Santa Please Stop Here” signs had seen better days but I can’t see me being allowed to chuck them. You need to know your limits 🙂
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Steve Wildman, or Wildthing as he was sometimes called was a close friend and neighbour. We met at ante-natal classes thirty two years ago when we were both preparing for the birth of our first born children. Our wives were there as well obvs.
Our second born children, @Hannah and @Lois have been best buddies since the womb. Steve was a regular visitor to our house. We would have occasional jam sessions, he on trombone and me on geetar with Joe on trumpet and had a couple of public performances over the years at the various royal wedding and jubilee celebrations held around the corner on Curle Ave.
Steve retired a short few years ago from his job as Commercial Director of Siemens Energy, or Oil and Gas, or similar. They kept changing the name. I’m really not sure what his title was either but he did spend a lot of time overseas negotiating multi billion pound contracts.
Steve was one of the few people responsible for maintaining and being able to drive the Rustons Car, a vehicle manufactured in Lincoln circa 1922. He was a mechanical engineer by trade and a moto cross enthusiast, sponsoring his pal Dick’s Team Tett racing outfit.
I went along to one race meet in Monmouthshire last summer where we both kipped in the awning they used to fix up the bikes. Steve owned a large collection of Husqvarna bikes and was an occasional visitor to the Isle of Man for the racing.
He was a larger than life character who lived life very much to the full. He was a volunteer at Joefest and he and I ran the bar at our daughters’ various joint birthday celebrations.
Steve was a regular visitor to the shed when lockdown restrictions eased. You could almost see the level of the gin in the bottle drop as you looked at it.
It is hard to believe that Steve is no longer with us.