Monday 1st June 2015

Sunday.

And on the day of rest, the heavens did open, and rain fell upon the dusty earth and turned all in creation to mud.

So we rested.

After the travel of the previous day, we slept in until half seven, as apparently seagulls don't like rain and did not sit on our roof and squawk: who knew?

We had breakfast, I put to TV on to watch the FA Cup Final. I only knew the score, so was hoping for some fireworks, maybe some red cards, fights, dodgy decisions or some other interesting stuff. When in fact Arsenal were in control from start until the end. Although they played well, it was dull stuff for the most part. Arsenal scored a couple of good gals, and ran out winners without really breaking sweat. Villa manager Tim Sherwood scowled on the sidelines, and later stated that Villa had a losing mentality. It was their third loss on the bounce, 11 goals conceded and one scored.

I sat at the computer, read lots of stories relating to the play off win. Then watched the highlights again. Twice.

The rain fell outside, if anything, harder.

We had lunch: bacon butties followed by cream cakes we got on the way home the day before.

And then more messing about on the computer, followed the Rangers game on the BBC website.

The rain carried on falling.

But then it stopped. I went outside, did some pruning, killed some snails on the apple tree.

It began to rain again. I went inside.

Jools went to visit Nan, Dad called: a fox got his chickens. His fault really, he left them out of the coop one night, the fox demolished a very sturdy fence in the compound to get them.

And that is it, really. The clouds did clear at the end of the day, and we were bathed in a soft golden light as the sun went down. And once the full moon rose, it was slightly diffused by some high cloud. Outside an owl hooted mournfully. Do owls hoot any other way? I suspect not.

I took no shots all day, then we ended the day with some English Majik with Jonathon Strange and Mr Morrell.