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Easy listening, the "has-beans" and the "fallen",

On a sunny Sunday lunchtime in October;

The sky is a pale shade of blue with just a tinge of grey and a cold bright sunlight creates long dark shadows and illuminate long silky threads that have been woven by spiders. The Radio plays classical and a radio presenter speaks as though he's some kind of classical music encyclopedic audio-book, and i gaze out from my small window.

The vines of next door's runner-beans are beginning to wilt. They're looking tired and they've done their job. They're has-beans. It'll soon be time to stash those canes, give the ground a gentle rake-over and a tidy-up. Beyond the has-beans, up by his shed, wish i had a shed, the ground is littered with rotting apples and whilst, i have to admit that the tree laden with it's quite large golden rosie-cheeked fruit is a sight to behold, it does seem such a shame to see them go to waste.

We don't seem to have been plagued with wasps in the brief summer that was and have been conspicuous by their absence. I wonder if they too are having problems and where will it all end? Not that i miss the little buggers with their stripie yellow arses full of stings. Not the nicest bug that ever there was.

In the meantime, yesterday's chip-shop chips, which actually aren't bad chips, soft, well cooked and ever so slightly greasie, not the most highly recommended cure for a hangover, not that i have a hangover exactly, is doing a magnificent doing job of settling my queasy stomach, after once again, over-doing it with the cheap gut-rot cider . On a day after having worked the night previous, had no sleep, spent the morning shopping and finally arrived home with a load of shopping, i really ought not touch the juice and leave it for a lazy Sunday, but well, it's so nice to unload, kick those boots off and down a mug or three.
And the mood is, well, easy.

Time moves on and a sky that had started the day a sickly shade of blue is now almost white with just the faintest hue of blue. Gnat-like bugs flit in and out of view and the Crumpton Oaks Pear-juice is flows as i relax with "To Kill a Mocking Bird".

How quickly night falls at this time of year. It seems as though just a few minutes ago daylight was fading. Well, i didn't really notice that to be honest and now, at seven thirty, it pitch black outside, and another day draws to a close.

No chance of a hangover tomorrow. I've been snacking through out the day and i've only had a couple of mugs full. Happy daze.

dither...


ps,
i hope you won't mind my have posting this. Yes it's drivel but i'm old and i get bored with myself.

The has-beans, those fallen, and finally a selfie.

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How strange life is;

It's Monday morning;

I've been counting the days to my week off and now it's here, i'm bored already. When i have time off i don't usually go out until around midweek, i just "slob it". Oh what the hell i might just drag my tired old frame up to the main street and get myself a newspaper.

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Good to hear about your relaxing day, dither. Those apples look pretty good too - you should ask your neighbour for some!
 
Jen, those pics don't even come close. I took them from our side of the fence with my puny little iS426.
I'd love to get a better camera but it wouldn't get used very much and i'd probably find the workings too much to fathom.
It's a bit like my posting in here. Fits 'nd starts. Y'know?
As for asking for the apples, i don't have so many teeth nowadays. I'm sure he'd let us have some though if we asked.

Thanks for looking and thanks for the like.
 
It felt so comfortable reading about your day. Felt relaxing. I want one of those :)

I was trying to wonder what country you're in since you used the word "mugs" instead of "cans" for what I'm assuming was beer.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed that time off. Sad that our lives revolve around our work, and our work doesn't revolve around our lives...
 
Kaminoshiyo,
thank you for commenting.
It is only because i am on a week off work that i am able to take a step back from the humdrum of my normal working routine and pause for thought.
I'm in England and i drink cider from two and a half litre bottles with just an ordinary coffee mug.
 
dither;bt4584 said:
Kaminoshiyo,
thank you for commenting.
It is only because i am on a week off work that i am able to take a step back from the humdrum of my normal working routine and pause for thought.
I'm in England and i drink cider from two and a half litre bottles with just an ordinary coffee mug.

Ah. Gotcha. Never drank cider, but now I want to try...
 
Kaminoshiyo,
Which country are you posting from? If it's okay to ask.

PS,
cider is so not a good idea.
 

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