The heatwave has disappeared and it took my lethargy with it. This means I am feeling back to my usual happy self. Well mostly. The sun has shrunk the fabric on my wagon's roof and with the onset of rain I am left with a legacy of more leaks. Legacy of leaks? Doesn't that sound pretentious? Why can't I just say the roof is leaking? Pretentious? What am I like eh? The forecast is for more sun and heat on Thursday (tomorrow) and if it dries things out enough I shall have to sort the roof out yet again. I suspect this will be an ongoing task. A bit like painting the Forth Bridge. In case you don't know about the Forth Bridge it is in Scotland. The painters used to get to one end and immediately have to start painting all over again. I think this doesn't happen nowadays. Some clever person invented a paint that lasts for about fifteen years. I suppose this is a good thing, but I can't help worrying about all those poor painters with nothing to do! It's in my nature you know. I am a very caring chap.
|The Forth Bridge|
I shall take this opportunity to update you my lovely readers on whats been happening around here lately.
The best news is that my extremely handsome son George who starts university in September, has been awarded a scholarship. He was nominated for it by his college teacher and hooray success! I am so proud of EHS he just gets quietly on with things, with no fuss or bother. He was a bit put out to discover that the majority of the money award needs to be put towards his education though. He was hoping to buy a boat! This scholarship will go an awful long way to making his student loan more affordable.
EHS George's mum Tricia has been selected to be a parliamentary candidate at the next general election in 2015. To be honest I'm not sure what this involves, but there is a chance she could become an MP. Blimey! I tell you what, she would be a very good one too. Whether it will be in this area we don't know. I suppose the powers that be need to try and ensure their candidates have a good chance of winning their seats so they will choose on that basis. Yaay! Tricia for Prime Minister!
You might recall that Christian Grey the cockerel met a sad end at the hands... in the teeth actually, of a fox. One of the hens, namely Miss White was incubating eggs at the time and I expressed scepticism as to whether they were fertile. This was because I had not seen Christian Grey doing the business. The good news is that Miss White successfully hatched out four chicks. This was about two weeks ago and so far they are thriving. This is Christian Grey's legacy. There is that word legacy again. I think it's justified this time though.
|Miss White and chicks. It is difficult to get a good picture because she is so protective.|
Finally today, here is a song I have written. It still needs a bit of work but I hope you like it.
Take care of yourselves. I hope to be back soon.