Saturday, August 23

Downtime

Whilst the forecast for Bank Holiday Monday’s fetes and fairs is dire, today is all sunshine and butterflies. The marjoram that grows outside my office window remains knee-deep in pollenating buzzy things. Though time marches on we retain plenty of colour in the yard: pinks, blues and yellows, pale tints of violet – in your face scarlet and orange borders…sweet peas and flowering gorse. Although the grass has stopped growing (slowed), autumn is just around the corner: there’ll soon be leaves, leaves everywhere.

After a morning’s graft I’ve retired to listen to the footy commentary with a glass of Navarra’s finest and a plate of tapas. A friend texts from the Chelsea/Leicester game to tell me what I’m missing.

I have a problem rationalising the price of things. Lidl sells leather biker’s jackets for £14.99, yet my local shop stings me £6.25 for a jar of peppers. They’re nice peppers but even so…Inflation is falling in part due to lower food prices – and yet a decent loaf costs three quid.

Woken this morning by the cry of a hunting horn and baying hounds. When I went for the papers the single track lane was blocked by a convoy of Land Rovers following the action. Boorish tosser that I am I was rude to a sweet old lady blocking my way.

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