Save myself..

...no, it's not strange, I'm not ready to grow up yet either.

Anyway, enough of the subscript. Today was a perfect day. We went to the local pub and sat in the beer garden. In eight years of living here we haven't visited the pub next door till about a month ago. It's called the Packet Inn, on account of being next to the Chesterfield canal (packets were canal barges). It's completely untouched by all the modern plastic rubbish thats in town and full of local, salt of the earth people. The sort of place I would have avoided like the plague as a student, ...I love it now. I don't really want to move away from here, but progress is progress...of sorts. The nice lady behind the bar filled us a container of hot water so Sam could have a bottle, then we both had a beer, then another...

While the rest of the country has a day off tomorrow I am at Marshalls yard handing out leaflets for the Hall. I yearn to have a bank holiday off. Now for some pix... Sam fell fast asleep in his car seat yesterday, he's so funny.

The greenhouse is looking like the doggies doo dahs even if I say so myself.

Behind the sun

And on it goes. Like Halleys comet, only brighter. Thanks El, we must talk and soon.

Slight return

A quick entry to clear my head of yet another surreal day. Only one person in the world will actually understand this, (-carpetbagger)...the enigma that bothered me two years ago to the day made an appearance back in my life today, out of the blue. It was a universal jolt. Then gone, like comets round the sun, again. Life just gets stranger.

A lucky escape

Many years ago I very, very briefly played guitar with a band called the Blue Horses. The drummer was knocking off the very sexy singer/violinist, he confided in me; I really didn't want to know. They had a northumbrian pipe player who was a brilliant player. He was also the most horrible, cynical, nasty, crass person I have ever met who played the northumbrian pipes... (He slagged off my 12 string guitar. Nobody does that!). I vaguely remember another lady singer/instrumentalist and a sacked guitar player who only knew two chords. Anyway, reason I mention this is that I just googled them and found they're still going and have CD's out and european tours and major success! If only they hadn't kicked me out of the band for not learning the music. D'oh.

WSH

What a bizarre day today. As I drove to work a girl shoo-ed a cat into my path, causing an emergency stop. I thought I'd killed it, but thankfully it zipped out from under my wheels and ran off. 10pm the air raid siren went off. I know it's now used as a flood warning ( they were testing the flood defences) but at the time I didn't know, and as we are imminently being drawn into an east/west conflict, my heart missed a number of essential beats. ...so I walked down to the river for my lunch, where a barge zipped past with Gryf Rhys Jones stood on it pointing to the quayside with a camera crew in tow. The afternoon went quietly other than John Kettley and family coming in to the hall to look around. yep, J.K. and moi chatted about the hall and last nights thunderstorm. For any foreigners who may not know, talking weather to John Kettly is like talking blues to Eric Clapton. What a bizarre day. Weird shit happens.

Never look back

Late Lark

It's a week late, but I have to put in an entry for lark in the Park- our annual community get together in Gainsborough. Me and Frances always go dressed in some sort of costume appropriate to the theme. This year's was "Royal Richmond". I made a cardboard crown ( I've always said cardboard is the most precious material in the world!)