And as forecast, the rain did fall. Not hard, but it was a damp, dank and dark morning. After breakfast I sat at the computer and did some picture editing, and listen to Saturday’s radio shows. Just perfect.
The rain stopped, and so Jools decided to do some work in the garden; bulbs to plant and weeds to pull. I went into the kitchen and made a cake: spicy pumpkin. I had no honey which the recipe called for, so used some of our apple and sloe jelly. It worked well. And so we sat in the garden in the early afternoon sunshine, drinking coffee and eating the cake. Yum.
Late in the afternoon, I put the joint of beef in the oven and prepared the vegetables. Now, I had planned to watch the NFL, as there had been no football over the weekend. Well, not since Friday night when England stumbled to a 2-2 draw with the might of Montenegro. It was depressing stuff, doubly so as the potato-faced wonderboy of English football got himself sent off for being stupid. No, not being stupid, if people were sent off for that he would never play. No, he did something even more stupid, kicked out at a defender that had robbed the ball. And Wayne was walking off the pitch for an early bath. The result means that England have qualified for next year’s European Championship; a nation said, ‘Me.’ After years of disappointments, I think the average England fan’s expectations of what to expect is now way more realistic than in previous years, and I get the feeling that most would not have minded if we had not qualified. Scotland have one last chance if they beat Spain on Tuesday they would make the play-offs. I’ll ruin the suspense by telling you that they lost 3-1 and so failed to make it, but showed great spirit in losing and things might just look better for them in the World Cup qualifiers.
In the end, we watched a TV show about a submerged city in Greece, sounded good, but in the end turned into another computer graphics demonstration as animations of buildings springing up from the seabed followed one another again and again and again.
So, back to the working week. It is now getting light was we leave the house in the morning, and on the way home I drive into the setting sun, if it can be seen. Temperatures are near normal, but warm enough on a sunny day. Leaves are beginning to turn gold, and if the weather behaves itself at the weekend we hope to head to Kingswood to snap some foliage.
On Tuesday night, I got a request played on the wireless. On Mark Radcliffe’s Music Club he played my selection of the ‘first, last and everything’ slot. It was a small thrill to hear the songs and my words of introduction. You can hear the show here until next Tuesday:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0156ms1
In cat news: we have had a multitude of mice and rats have been brought into the house; the mice have been mostly alive, and it has become rather tiresome chasing released mice form cat’s jaws. We know there are probably two mice in the house still. The rats have at least been dead, little albino ratlets laying in various poses in and outside the house, their pink eyes lifeless. Into the bin they go.
And Mulder has a skin infection; so another trip to the vet; I am sure they keep the 5:15 appointment free just for us in case we need it. Not sure what caused all the fur to drop out from around his left ey, but he's none the worse, so we'll keep (ahem) an eye on it.
And yesterday it was Scully's turn to go tot he vet for her annual jab; but typically, upon arriving home we were cat-less. And so it stayed until a full hour after the apointment, in she wanders. We'll try again this evening.
Last night I looked out the bedroom window to see Mulder and Scully pouncing on various bushes in the from garden, hunting for some poor rodent. As I lay in bed, a lone rodent squeal pierced the night and all was quiet. Quiet until Molly meowed under our bedroom window and did not stop until she was let in.
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