Hiatus
Another hot and atrociously frog-filled night. Had to get up twice to deal with hopping frogs and a monomaniac Calliope in a ghastly nocturnal struggle. The tiler was ringing on the doorbell at seven thirty, just as Lorraine was leaving, and I had fallen asleep really heavily again. Bleary chats with Alex the tiler, who just as he was getting to work spotted a hairline fracture in the shower tray, so this must be replaced before tiling can begin. A delay, but better than a leaking shower.
I enjoyed the hiatus of quiet when it resumed. Worked at my bits of poems, list making and so on, although feeling bushed all day. A walk in the afternoon, but very hot. Finished listening to Down and Out in London and Paris today by George Orwell. The difference was there were a few clouds in the sky, some quite dark, but no rain. The land is crying out for rain now, and our garden is shrivelling.
The Brexit disaster drags on. I've tried not to fill this blog with remoaning. But today two 'top' Tories, David Davis and Boris Johnson, have resigned from the cabinet due to not being able to accept the marginally less self-maiming version of Brexit that Teresa May seems to be backing (and which they signed their agreement to, two days ago). Brexit is not, and has never been, a rational objective being a concoction of lies and fantasy, and now the bubble has to meet the needle of reality, it is not going to be pretty. What a laughing stock these fools have made of the UK.
Tom, Lorraine's nephew staying tonight, as he has an early start at Gatwick tomorrow. L and I chatting with him in the back garden. He's a very nice guy. A view of the setting sun.
I enjoyed the hiatus of quiet when it resumed. Worked at my bits of poems, list making and so on, although feeling bushed all day. A walk in the afternoon, but very hot. Finished listening to Down and Out in London and Paris today by George Orwell. The difference was there were a few clouds in the sky, some quite dark, but no rain. The land is crying out for rain now, and our garden is shrivelling.
The Brexit disaster drags on. I've tried not to fill this blog with remoaning. But today two 'top' Tories, David Davis and Boris Johnson, have resigned from the cabinet due to not being able to accept the marginally less self-maiming version of Brexit that Teresa May seems to be backing (and which they signed their agreement to, two days ago). Brexit is not, and has never been, a rational objective being a concoction of lies and fantasy, and now the bubble has to meet the needle of reality, it is not going to be pretty. What a laughing stock these fools have made of the UK.
Tom, Lorraine's nephew staying tonight, as he has an early start at Gatwick tomorrow. L and I chatting with him in the back garden. He's a very nice guy. A view of the setting sun.
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