Sunday 27th September 2022

And on the seventh day, it did rain.

All day.

From before dawn until well after dark.

And there was much complaining from the assembled cats.

My old Dad might have said, "it's set in for the day", and he would be right.

Daylight came late, and never really got fully light.

We got up and fed the cats, made coffee and put up the radio on. Disco music at half seven in the morning doesn't feel quite right. It would have been Jimi Hendrix's 80th birthday, so aconie played some rare stuff by him.

He is, of course, forever young, frozen in time, aged 27, like Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin. Dying young is a great career move, of course, no ill-thought reunion shows, or duets with Ed Sheeran to spoil the memories. Same with the Beatles, look at their 8 (eight) year recording career, and then look at the (Rolling) Stones, and that their last really important LP was some 50 years ago. Give or take.

Despite the rain, I needed a haircut, tramp.

So, at quarter past nine we drive out through town and up to Capel and into Folkestone. I parked as near the barbers as I could, and so was left with just a two minute walk, and being still early, was able to go straight into a chair, and despite another guy was to do the shearing, he knew what I wanted, and sharpened his shears and got clipping.

Odd that my haircut takes about twice as long as Jools' shearing takes, and mine is half as expensive.

Go figure.

That done, Jools was waiting, so we scamper back to the car and drive home, the rain falling even harder, and getting back avoiding flooded roads was a real challenge.

Once home I made fritters for lunch, which we washed down with beer or wine.

And then there was football on TV for the rest of the day, and I had missed a game and a half already.

Outisde the rain continued to fall, and it got dark just after three.

Some bland party food for supper while I watch the last game of the day.

And that was that, the weekend over already.