Thursday 21st April 2011

Easter is nearly here. The clock is counting down towards leaving off time, and I am listening to old Desert Island Disc shows streamed from the interwebs.
Summer has arrived very early, for what seems like the umpteenth day in a row, the sun is beating down from a clear blue sky and the temperatures are again in the low 70s. And the good news is that it is going to stay like than until Tuesday at least.

And so we are almost on the bottom of the long, gentle slope heading towards the four day weekend. I could head off now, but will stay until four in case something terrible happens; there always has to be trade cover in the bay.



The week has been fine; the weather has been glorious and I drive to and back to work under clear blue skies with the sun beating down. In the evenings we watch the moon rise and light up the village like a ginat spotlight. Whilst our garden wakes ever more up, the daffodils have dies, the tulips are in their prime now. And the next colour is growing like mad.

And as we sat outside in our garden last night, the swallows arrived from their long migration and swooped with joy catching bugs in the evening air. They chirped with joy, and who wouldn't not be happy to be back in Kent?

Before that we had been to Tesco for the big shop; so to not have to do it tonight. In truth it wasn't bad, but the shelves had been cleared of salad stuff and most bread. But we got the essentials; milk, bread and fruit. The rest we can get over the weekend as and when we need it.



For the weekend we have little planned; another couple of walks in the woods to see the wild garlic in flower and to see, at last, the bluebells in their glory. And there may be other photograph related malarkey to be done, football to be watched and the usual.
City play the Auld enemy tonight; a win for us would see us back to second in the league and maybe a seaon in the Prem ahead. For Town the chance to prevent just that from happening. Its not on TV, but is on radio, and I shall be listening to every kick and word.
Me may indeed lay in bed of the mornings, and have the cats come and join us. And then lay in the silence, maybe with the news headlines in the background, and listen to the world wake up. Our world mainly means the birds singing in the trees and letting the whole world how they feel about that.

And so, let the weekend begin and bring on the long summer days and evenings.

Pimms all round methinks.