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.
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.