Last week marking the ninth anniversary of our meeting, we celebrated yesterday with a trip to the flicks and a late lunch afterwards. Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang. Glorious rubbish, but some nice special FX, eg synchronised swimming piglets...and a good performance by Emma T. Very exclusive screening, though: we were the only ones in the cinema! I'd had an inkling that it wouldn't be necessary to book on line...
Sonst, not a lot. The grass looks better of a proper cut, but with today's heavy rain, it'll be ready for another next week. Seedling zinnias and helichrysums are already sprouting from Tuesday's sowing, and our new water butt is filling up steadily with overnight dew and the spots of rain we've had. Remarkable, considering how much rainwater is leaking from the gutter a little further along. I feel another acrimonious dialogue with the conservatory builders coming on.
And if you think I'm an isolated grizzler about the life of an unpaid meter and doler of unequal laws unto a savage race, check out what my colleague Bystander has to say here. I've invited our local MP to comment on it, since he must be desperate for something to do at the moment.
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