Ah ha! Al has just got back and the first thing she said? 'It's a bit cloudy isn't it?'
(She made it sound very interesting though, do not dull at all).
Man, it's exciting out this way!
Anyhoo, I decided to attack (prune) the killer (possibly) plant (cactus). I did wonder if it fell on me if it would a) kill me, b) pin me to the ground and make me leak c) turn out to be an extreme but effective form of acupuncture and therefore curing me of any ailments. None of those happened but if they had ... well, I would have already thought about the predicament.
I continued to dig the cattery run thing. We are thinking of getting a cat ( might help) and it needs to be kept under strict control. (The cat not the cattery run thing). Mr Bluebird and crew would not look as pretty inside a cat. (Although the way he shows off I do possibly wonder).
It will have an aerial run to its aviary from the house. (The cattery run thing, not the cat or Mr Bluebird).
There seems to be a small stump in the way. (We need underground mesh to stop it from tunnelling its way out). I've decided to ignore the stump. If I close my eyes it's not there anyway.
Long service leave is very handy. ( I now have a list on an app for my phone. I try not to spend more time sorting the list than anything on it). I even decided to tackle the leaking toilet cistern (cistern or cystern?). It has too much calcium (?) from our extremely hard water out here. Luckily I have my Uber cleaner that I have decided to weaken a bit since it tends to burn the skin quite easily. Here is a very exciting picture of some toilet parts and a dirty watering can:
Speaking of wheelbarrows, I have to say 'Bravo' to the makers of the new wheelbarrow wheel I bought. No more flats. At last. It's like a dream come true. All our tyres ( bicycles, ride-on, sack trolley, trailer, wheelbarrows) constantly get flats from the vicious spikes that like to grow here. Goo, the stuff that is put into the tyres to stop flats, works quite well, but it's only a matter of time.
These things are ... well just wonderful.
I wondered if I should by a spare. Then thought, 'Why?'
I have also almost finished my attempt at 'illustrating' a short story I did. ( Watch this space). Al is my editor which is rather kind of her. Also very necessary. It's come back more times than a boomerang. It's only 1250 words. Maybe if I improve that doesn't happen. I have to say that she's very patient. How professional of her.
We are about to have a fire outside since it is still quite cool at night. I can here the poor potatoes in the cupboard shaking with fear.
Actually why do I say those things? Really?
Now I'll go through that potato murderous phase that, well lets face it, probably isn't that endearing to the plant world. Plus it's a bit of an appetite killer looking at a murdered object on my plate.
Maybe next week I'll get some and set them free just to equal the ... er ... equalibrium.
Right. Time to grate some cheese. ( Grating is something that cheese looks forward to, or so I've decided.)
