Not bad for an enforced work from home office view early doors. Soon wears off though as the day begins to drag. If I'm not driving by next Wednesday afternoon I will be in a bit of a bate.
Tuesday 26 January 2021
Shut up and eat your damned quesadilla Napoleon
Sunday 24 January 2021
How do you like your eggs in the morning? A pulling line I believe. I do like 'em scrambled as long as not from the microwave. Yes, that's right, some people confess to making scrambled eggs in the microwave. But then that Dalek John Redwood has just bemoaned the lack of British fruit and vegetables in some shops at the moment. What with it being winter and everything.
I prefer my scrambled eggs on the toast but can't cut the toast (or the mustard) with my weak and withered left hand languishing in it's cast. Maldon sea salt, orange juice with bits and decent coffee essential accompaniments. Now, have I taken my Lansoprazole?
Today has been grim and cold with a persistent frost all day. Frost enough to make walking in what has been a quagmire quite easy going. Not a lot to see though.
Friday 22 January 2021
What's Up
Despite the drop in the R rate we're not really going anywhere for a while are we? So I got me some reading in.
Sunday 17 January 2021
Wednesday 13 January 2021
Up close
The fecked wrist has meant carting a DSLR around on my limited ramblings is les than convenient so the basic camera phone is getting more of an outing, and it's probably better as a macro .
This rose is in flower all year it seems out on the boundary of the vast sprawling Bureboy Estate. Not heavily fragranced and needs reining in a bit but lovely none the less. Which reminds me that I have a double row of wallflowers to plant out still, they are always heavily scented.
Tuesday 12 January 2021
Seven mile Boris
Well, Bozza's 14 mile round trip for a bike round Stratford Park on Sunday, passing many nearer open spaces, probably involving many cars and goons has set an acceptable local limit for many, and reinforced by Hat Mancock and then the Briefing tonight when it was said it was not practical to set an absolute definition of what local is.
I was well within that for my Sunday stomp, probably ambling 6 or 7 miles in total along the Weavers Way laid on the old M&GN line towards Aylsham. Pleasant walking now its be resurfaced. I'm fascinated by part human, part animal old ways that traverse land and bisect other paths and roads. If my book case hadn't fallen down whilst I was being back slabbed in Minor Injuries I'd dig out MacFarlane's tome on the subject.
Monday 11 January 2021
Local
Despite all the confusion about what is and isn't local, in law or in spirit my horizons are limited about as far I can drag myself away from Bureboy Villas on foot as the Commander in Chief is hunkered down for the duration. For now anyway. So output might get bit samey as there is nothing that scenic or spectacular in this light industrial market town with zero architectural splendour or boujie artisanal outlets or quirky streets with crooked cottages.
A sunset is always worth a punt and I'm sure we'll get to see a few variations on this scene as it opens out just two minutes walk up the road. I'm not brave enough to suggest to the Commander in Chief that I leave her with Little Uns to seek out panoramic sunrises before breakfast, especially with the hell of home schooling visited on her and the Prodigal for the foreseeable future.
For those with a log pile fetish this boundary marker might get the pulse racing. I'm guessing at least part of it fell from a great height on the original fence, and the occupiers thought they'd open up their vista to take in the view across the fields and the sunset which has in part bathed the pile in an ethereal light.
Tuesday 5 January 2021
Goodbye to all that
Seems those lovely dace from the end of last year will be the last fish I catch for a while. Or anyone else will for that matter as we are all plunged into Tier 5. The scruffy old bugger managed to sneak in a snide schools are safe in his 5PM mumble fest today. As Witty threw BoJo's underlings under the political decision for Ministers bus.
Anyhoo, I never did open that Japanese whisky tasting set so got a few pleasant evenings to look forward to. Just as well as I have 28 long days with an uncomfortable cast to go before the fracture clinic and what I hope will be good news.