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Wednesday 9th 56F/13.3C [7.00] Overcast. The forecast was mostly sunshine. Though with the risk of thundery showers from the north.
Up at 6am after a fairly quiet night.
I have plans to ride back to a builder's merchant some ten miles [16km] away. I drove there yesterday but must return to buy more O-rings in a smaller size.
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Up at 6am after a fairly quiet night.
The tomato plants are doing well in the warm greenhouse.
8.30 Back from a half hour walk. Lots of cloud but dry. Quite a gentle wind. The warblers were still singing away in the roadside trees. A black kite, with a split and damaged tail, moved away.
I feel the need to go somewhere.
12.30 Returning from a drive around the builder's merchants. I was looking for o-rings. Fortunately I found a hoard at a rural builder's merchants. The only one left. Not stripped down to bubble packs and rows of power tools. An amazing resource. One which I have called on many times over the years. It has rained lightly, on and off, all morning.
19.00 62F/16.7C. Back from the city. It was warm and sunny in Odense. I found what I was looking for. Raining only in the village. Dry roads when I left. Lots of pretty sports cars in Odense. Hundreds of Teslas too. I was following a Porsche when an Aston Martin went the other way. While a Mercedes SL500 was in the inside lane.
A teenager on a fat bike. With a huge Wolt pack on his back. Went through at least four red lights. While I was trickling along between lights in the car. The real cyclists all held back to obey the lights. He either didn't have a clue or didn't care. No hesitation whatsoever.
As it was so late for dinner I made something easy. Fish fingers and chips. Then forgot to take a picture!
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Monday 7th 56F/13.3C[7.00] Bright, when the forecast says rain. It's all happening just to the east. As a huge area of rain moves towards the NE. It looks more like sunny periods than the forecast showers.
Up at 6.30 after an over-active night.
7.40 Time for my walk.
8.20 60F/15.6C. Back from a walk to the lanes under grey, broken skies. Only the gentlest of breezes once I was away from the tall, roadside hedges. Huge clouds were dragging their dark and ragged underskirts off to the north. The warblers were still singing away. A large tabby cat strolled past at the junction to the lanes. I don't remember ever seeing a cat just there. The traffic was unusually light for a Monday. The annual invasion of billions of slugs was visible every few yards. Splattered on the asphalt.
Of course I didn't take my cleaning trip. I was too taken up with more projects at home.
Dinner was an experiment. It should have been toast but I made chicken and mushroom rolls instead. Which required a degree of juggling to consume but were otherwise fine. I let things cool on a plate. Before adding the contents of the frying pan to the rolls. I think I could enjoy toasted cheese on open, toasted rolls.
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