I slept well, but was rather disappointed to see rain when
I got up. Rain had been forecast so it wasn’t unexpected; just a shame that it
was raining. Just as well I’d got the bits of the poggered garden store into my
car ready for a tip run yesterday; I wouldn’t have wanted that int the car
dripping wet.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Squabbles
abounded as they usually do; but no more so than on the garden pond websites.
The same people who were so vocal about not having tap water in their ponds
were advocating chucking in pretty much every chemical known to science. And
barley straw… if your pond isn’t clear there were those who were very vocal
about chucking in barley straw. I’ve tried it in the past; it didn’t work. As others
have found. But anyone who claimed barley straw wasn’t the best thing in the
entire universe were being decried as liars. And as for fake herons…
With the weather looking a tad iffy and heavy rain forecast
for later I loaded up the car for Wednesday’s tip run, then we got the dogs on
to their leads and went for a little walk round Saltwood, munzing as we went.
Our walk ended just as the rain started.
We came home via Bybrook Barn garden centre. I needed a few
odds and sods. The car park was full. That was not “rather busy”, that
was “full”. Not a single space. “er indoors TM” dropped
me off and I popped in to get what I needed.
What I really needed was a hooter on the trolley.
Maybe one person in fifty was aware of their surroundings.
Most were utterly oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else other than
themselves in the world. So many of them were just blankly standing around
staring into space. And the narrower the passage or doorway, the more there
were idly standing around staring into space.
I eventually negotiated my way through the swarms and got
what I wanted. And then we drove home past the outlet centre. Traffic was
queuing for hundreds of yards in all directions to get into that place. What is
the attraction? They don’t sell anything you can’t get cheaper on-line. A chap
at work is regularly cursing the place as the queues are horrendous, and when
he comes out he has spent hundreds of pounds on stuff he doesn’t want. He, like
so many others, goes shopping because he really does have nothing else to do.
We came home for a cuppa and a hot cross bun. The rain had
got rather heavy, so I went out and had a look at the gutters which I’d scraped
out yesterday. They weren’t overflowing today, which was something of a result.
Pulling out that plant and that fag packet had done the trick…
I wonder for how long.
I put a photo of the old kite buggy on-line. The thing was
old when we got it, and that was over twenty years ago. The thing hasn’t been
used since 2015, and that was only riding down the hill at Stanmer Park. One of
the steering struts is wedged in place, the tyres’ inner tubes have had it, I
doubt the material would take my weight any more, and sadly it is just in the
way.
If any of my loyal readers want it…
During a lull in the rain I got into the garden and did
what I wanted to do today. As you step out of the back door so there used to be
a couple of wooden boxes with the spare shingle and compost and stuff. It all
looked a bit of a mess, so I scrubbed out the area where the poggered garden
store used to be and moved the spare shingle and compost and stuff back to
there. I might put a little roof over them in a bit. Or I might move it all
again and swap over the spare shingle and the remaining garden store. I’m not
sure.
But whatever I do, as you step out of the back door it
looks a tad empty now… sorting that will be a project for the future.
“er indoors TM” went to the opticians.
I read a book for a bit and woke up underneath Treacle.
I wonder what’s for dinner?
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