11.07.2023 Nothing to see here.

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 Tuesday 11th 67F [8.00am]  Lots of cloud but quite bright and very breezy from the SE. More weird, surrealistic dreams. Completely fictitious neighbourhood, houses, details and people. 

61,000, mostly older people, died in European heatwaves last year. Yet the advertising bureau/news media talks endlessly about the deaths of single "personalities." As if this was a huge tragedy for mankind. Presumably the 61,000 deaths did not contain one, single pop "star" or elderly film star? Otherwise they would not sell any advertising. 

 The elderly are easily expendable. Since it reduces the heavy burden on the health services and pensions. They provide little or no productivity or taxable income. The savings will be added to the trillions supporting oil production and exploration. Mass euthanasia without the headlines. Without the constant battles through the courts over every, single, assisted suicide. A license to print money. Except for the lawyers.

  Just a short walk to take a few more snaps of the earthworks. Steady progress is being made despite the recent, heavy rain. Demolition rubble is now being brought in by the huge lorries. They may want a firmer, drier, top surface. Without the problems associated with sticky mud. Caused by the rain on the vast quantities of subsoil imported so far. 

 I rode into the village for some vital shopping. Only 10km. I was in no hurry. So put the bike in Sport mode and tootled effortlessly along at 80rpm.  No problem passing manual cyclists at twice their speed. The high street was full of dust from cars and lorries driving over sand. Put down prior to road resurfacing.

 I need to go to a post office to hand in a letter. The forecast shows potential thundery showers. With my area on the southern tip of the rain on the radar. It is getting quite windy. Suggesting a shower might be imminent. Tomorrow's weather looks dire again. Cloudbursts and thunder! I'd better go to the museum in the car.

 16.30 26C/79F. Another ride to the next village after the nearest. 22km. It was a headwind going. Tailwind coming back. Sport mode going. Tour mode coming back. Turbo mode on the long drag up from the bottom of the village. I looked in the charity shop and rode home again.  Though I did post my letter. In the nearest village. What a silly person!

 Dinner was poached eggs on toast. One yolk was broken in the egg.

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