Bits and pieces

Insubstantial bits and pieces of work coming my way, and spent much of the day waiting for work to arrive, and when it did it was in paltry amounts -- so what I can bill for today is minimal.  I wandered out for a couple of walks in Blakers Park.

The government is a shambles at the moment. Even the right wing press are calling for the dead of Dominic Cummings. But it stays resolutely on his shoulders for without him, Johnson is an empty sock puppet. Expecting this shower to lead us out of the coronavirus crisis with any efficiency is like asking a dog to sing Wagner. In better news, they are clear in Guernsey now.

In the afternoon I risked a longer walk, listening to Carrying the Fire, which has patches of being really fascinating. He is prepared to be vulnerable too, talking about how claustrophobic and freaked out space suits made him feel to begin with, but he couldn't talk to anyone about it for fear of being booted off the team. 

Spoke to Mum today too. Salty is still missing, and not knowing its fate really horrible. Ben was going to check his CCTV footage to see if there was any sign of anything untoward. Mum has some dark suspicions about non-cat loving neighbours.

On my return picked up another very small job about promoting nature in back gardens, which was fun. Enjoyed zooming with Slug and Emma, a pleasant account person.

Once this all done, Lorraine home too, and Beth sunning herself in the back garden with a book and a hand-held electric fan. It was really hot and I went out to buy some cold beers. We had these with dinner outside. Lorraine streaming with hay fever this evening, and went to bed early. Beth and I stayed up chatting, and having a few more drinks. 

Below a different view from the golf course up towards Hollingbury hill fort. A beautiful day, and with this heatwave, the grass turning straw-like in places.