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Tuesday 18th 56F/13C [7.50] A grey day. With rain starting this evening and lasting all of tomorrow. 21C/70F in the room. 13.5C/56F in the greenhouse.
Up at 6.50 after waking earlier and drifting.
There is still tidying to do. Before the invasion. Expected around lunch time.
9.30 I have been tidying steadily so far. I am getting very breathless. Now I have to go shopping.
10.50 Back from town. Chatted to a car enthusiast. He was tall and wondered if he would fit. No problem.
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Monday 17th 55F/13C [7.30] Sunny periods and a cool 19C/66F peak. 21C/70F in the room.13C/55F in the greenhouse. It may be time to close the wide open, double doors at each end of the greenhouse. I had been keeping them open 24x7 to keep the goldfish pond as cool as possible during the hottest time of year. When no extra heat was needed indoors.
Up at 7am after an unusually quiet night. With more weird dreams. I was developing a skewed plane to represent the difficulty of survival based on parent's wealth. A generalization of course. Since some, with obscene wealth, choose the drugs or booze lifestyle. To compensate for their mental retardation. They lack the imagination to discover anything exciting about their world or their existence.
9.00 I have been tidying the space outside the main entrance door. In preparation for the invasion. There are now two picnic tables and more chairs. I moved some garden furniture from the greenhouse to go outside the door. The picture doesn't do the scene justice. It really is much worse than it looks. The cream was an experiment from 25 year ago. It was not well liked but it was too late by then.
Back in the living room: I swear I saw evidence of a dining table. Beneath the accumulated layers of convenience in deposition. After passing that hurdle. The floor should be quite easy to find.
It took some doing but I was finally able to move the glass display cabinet towards the new glazed door. Its glass sides and front nicely allow the extra light to pass straight through. The sunshine is reflecting off the workshop wall and into the room. What was once a dark tunnel is now full of light. I intend to replace the overhanging roof with clear plastic. After which some white paint on the walls would work wonders.
The stands and tables were mostly bought for supporting my wife's plants. That was years ago. They hold no useful purpose now. I have surely proven, beyond all reasonable doubt, that I can easily kill plants. By neglect or overenthusiastic watering. I have the proof!
10.30 62F/17C. I am resting over morning coffee.
11.30 The greenhouse is looking a lot clearer. I am knackered but will continue on.
16.00 Hours later and I am back from the village supermarkets. Where I stopped at the petrol station. Only to have "inclusivity" foisted upon me. The card payment machine threw up a load of illegible turquoise text. When I inserted my card. So I tried again. The same illegible garbage with pink text thrown in for good measure. All having to be read against an upward facing screen reflecting the sky. I could no more read it than walk on water. Not if my life depended on it.
Whoever passed this utter nonsense for national distribution should go right back to infant school. Nah, way too advanced! Kindergarten. Where they can stay for as long as playing with illegible colours and texts suits all of us.
A petrol payment, credit card reading machine is likely to be used. By any nationality you could possibly name. Completely and utterly at random. Even Shell's least retarded and nepotistically chosen executive must have heard of tourists by now?
So legibility comes close to being about [say] 99.9999% of getting the job done. Lets say black on white text. Or preferably white on black. For increased contrast in difficult lighting conditions. Of a size which can be easily read by [let's say] 99.9999%. Of those needing to ascertain what the idiot machine is trying to tell them. Because they may have left their reading glasses in the car or even at home. I hadn't and have been recently upgraded with progressive lenses. I can read down to 2mm high text without a problem.
They [I] only want to buy petrol for [any random] god's sake. Not pass a bløødy colour blind test! One devised by Shell's most sociopathic, predatory, sadistic executive. You know him, the one who is always on his own in the staff canteen. Sharing images of torture and bloody mayhem. With fellow enthusiasts, on the dark web, on his mobile phone.
I was gone for less than 25 minutes but a harvester had completed the front field and was already out on the next. Truly amazing!
19.15 The cleaning and tidying goes on. I removed a pile of stuff from the kitchen. Swept, mopped and swept the tiled floor. I haven't bothered with dinner. I might have a cheese roll.
And did. With halved cherry tomatoes.
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Sunday 16th 57F/14C [7.30] Bright overcast. A mixed day with a 21C/70F peak. 22C/72F in the room. 14C/57F in the greenhouse.
Up at 6.50 after a quiet night with strange dreams. The last one I remember I bumped very gently into the side of an enclosed recumbent tricycle. He stopped right in from of me as he crossed the cycle path. I had right of way but he made a great fuss. A cycle path rager?
I ought to stay at home and tidy. And did.
The rubble from yesterday's demolition was deposited beyond the carport. Where I am trying to increase the ground level. Without having to buy any materials. Delivery would involve heavy vehicles like tipper trucks. On the gravel parking space. Which I'd rather avoid.I filled and then dragged two recycling bins along the drive.
Dinner was extra mature, Cheddar cheese and curried herring. Both, individually, on the smaller, wholemeal bread rolls. I am trying to give my stomach a rest from the endless fried food. By alternating my cooked meals with wholemeal bread rolls. Or something on wholemeal bread toast.
Now I may be consuming too much bread! Albeit only ever wholemeal. So, hopefully, I avoid the sugar spikes of white bread. I try to include as many types of fish as possible. Though fish fingers is probably frowned upon. The same goes for the salmon pasties. Which are probably farmed. The salmon. Not the pastry.
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