Sunday 13 October 2013

Sunday 13th October 2013

It is Sunday lunchtime, it is so gloomy outside with the low cloud and heavy rain we're thinking of putting the table lamp on. It is hammering down outside, we might get as much as 2 inches by the end of the day. The three cats are all inside, grumbling that it is so wet outside, the air is heavy with the smell of cooking as we have just made a batch of sausage rolls for lunch.

I have just been with my friend, Gary, to Ashford to collect a freezer he bought on a second hand website. So, it was an adventure heading up the M20 in the driving rain and through the standing water to Ashford. And then to find the A28 closed due to a road race, and the house where we had to go was along that road. You could go to Wye and head back the marshall suggested. So, off into the countryside we headed, through water two feet deep in places, to Wye, over the level crossing (we only had to wait for a train a couple of minutes) and back into Ashford, pick up the freezer, load the car and head back to Dover.

This afternoon, we are making Mum a Christmas cake, and apart from that, not much planned, just some photo-editing, reading maybe and then cooking dinner.

Friday night.

So, England played Montenegro in a World Cup qualifier, and played well. One could argue that there wasn't much of an opposition, but they can only beat who lines up against them, and the 4-1 victory really comes with few down points. And so one last game against Poland on Tuesday stands between England and qualification. Whether we'll do any good once there is another matter, but for the time being we shall see.

This week, some 41 months after the debacle in South Africa where England's golden boys were thrashed by a youthful German side 4-1, a score which was flattering to England in reality. So, quite why it has taken the FA so long to create a panel to see what could be done to improve the standards in our young players. The eight panel members include, of all people, Howard Wilkinson, whose views on creative play would fit on the back of a matchbox! Well, we shall see what happens. The Premier league have declined to take part, so as expected, the game is split into three, the FA, the Football League and the Premier League, with each part with their own views and targets. Making the England team better rates very low on the PL's radar.

Saturday.

After weeks and weeks of doing interesting stuff, we decided that this weekend we would just relax. Certainly not head to London or whatever, and just get some chores done. First off was to get me a haircut. Some early morning abuse and sarcasm seems to work well. Which I get at the barbers, and feel half a stone lighter with my barnet mangled. At the same time Jools got the slow puncture in one of the car tyres fixed. Then into town to get some vegetables, and so shop at M&S which meant that we did not have to go to Tesco at all.

Fractal food

we rounded off the visit to the town centre with brunch at La Salle Verte, I had a fine cherry scone was hed down with excellent coffee. Back home to pack the shopping away, listen to fighting Talk on the radio, have lunch and then head out to do some photographic stuff.

One of my Flickr friends had been posting shots of fungi from a wood near Faversham, which sounds better and more inviting than King's Wood, which as nice as it is, is very busy and the fungi have been disappointing these last two years. So, we set off up the A2 past Canterbury, through Faverhsham and then off on the country lane to Doddington.

Four cups

we parked up on the main road, not really knowing where the fungi were, so we set off into the undergrowth, eyes peeled for anything rotting and /or fungi shaped. We headed along a path, past a kid's swing set up on a low branch, and there in the stump of an old tree were fungi. Dozens of small mushroom shaped fungi.

Alone

And everywhere we looked there were more fungi, different shapes, colours and sizes. We spent an hour crawling around, amazed at their beauty and being so fragile.

We headed back to Faversham and then back home where I threw something in the oven for early dinner as we by now darn hungry. Outside darkness fell and so we sat on the sofa waiting for the arrival of the badgers and/or foxes. Not very rock and roll but we like it, and wouldn't have it any other way.

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