Monday 23rd March 2015

Sunday.

Second day of rest.

Day of gardening.

Review of football.

And on the seventh day of labour did Jelltex rest? No, he did not. But he he did begin the day with coffee and watching the previous day's football.

At half nine, Jools went to Ashford to a bead fair, and I said I would stay home and mow the lawn.



And I did go into the shed, and under piles of pots, trays I did indeed find the mower. I did fill it with fuel, and then began the pulling of the starting chord. Accompanied by much swearing. On about the tenth pull, it fired. And died. But the next pull, it was roaring. Well, not roaring, but making a noise loud enough to wake any sleepy heads living in the neigbourhood.

Up and down I went, taking the top off the grass, and removing most of the sycamore saplings which now infest the lawn after the tree was cut down. We will be fighting that battle for years to come! I then actually finished the job by getting the shears out, and trimming the parts that the mower could not reach. I followed that up by an hour of sawing branches. Phew. Must be time for a brew, and I rewarded myself with a couple of blocks of dark chocolate and sat in the garden chair surveying my work. And it was good.



Jools came home at half twelve, we had scotch eggs for lunch, and another mince pie, before we set off for the harbour to meet up with a couple of friends who were doing a guided walk. At two a group of about 20 had arrived, so we set off while Jeff spoke at dept about the history of the harbour and its buildings. Sadly, after an hour, Jools was getting cold, and as we were back near the car, we bailed and went home for warming coffee and the last of the mince pies.



On the radio, the 'big' game was nearing its end, with Man Utd beating Liverpool 2-1, and 'Stevie Gee' sent off after 38 seconds. Or it could have been 42. Of 34. No one seems too sure. Still funny though. He later appologised, but not for the foul, but for being sent off, or I could be hard on him on that. Anyway, they lost, and are now 5 points off becoming the 3rd loser, or forth place as it is also called.



We had chorizo hash again for dinner. Always a popular dinner in our house. By which time the day was fading, and we both seemed tired, so the day once again faded out to bedtime.

And this week, back on my travels, off to Holland for a few days and meetings.