slow start to a dreich day . . .


saturday 29th september
7.30am












the girls are a slow rising today. "we do not move when we are in total snooze mode . . . and, anyway, it's saturday, it's the weekend!"
how do they know? certainly, I did not tell them; no socially-conscious mouse or casual spirit has paid an overnight visit to pass on this information, at least as far as I know.
the dormitory light is activated and 'yellow submarine' is, somewhat mercilessly, blasted through the speakers. sleepy heads rise without apparent connection to the torso, displaying distinct expressions of bewilderment tinged with annoyance. sometimes, I can be so cruel.


eventually we trundle out into the dark morn. camera-laden, I lead the way but the still half-asleep sisters are not keeping up and there is more sideways movement than forward progression. ignoring this I continue down the lane in the hope that, having remembered to bring the camera, the deer will make themselves available for this wildlife voyeur to record on 'film'. unhappily, but as expected, that opportunity is not forthcoming but there is, at least, the chance to try some low-light shooting and the light is perfect to capture the magical atmosphere.


on our return, famished from my demanding physical effort, I cheerfully decant the contents of the yogurt pot into last night's ashtray. despite the ingestion of two cups of strong black coffee and the usual accompaniment of two seared nicotine and tar wraps the gearbox still seems to be stuck in low ratio. outside, the postman has drawn up in his hired van and as we come out to greet him he presents me with a mysterious package plastered with chinese symbols and I try to remember if I might have ordered some exotic potion,maybe powdered dingbat hip or some other alien concoction in a moment of reverie. still deep in my own personal dreamworld I take in his forecast that it will be a beautiful sunny day. I look up and wonder if he might have imbibed some of the contents. it turns out to be nothing more exciting than the spectacle frames I ordered a couple of weeks ago.




oh well . . .
clearing out and moving the big cabinets upstairs today and then trying to find a home for the tons of unwanted culinary hardware and out of date comestibles. what fun!

6 comments:

Casdok said...

I love mysterious packages!!
And i love your photos!

Westerwitch/Headmistress said...

Yup we got the same forecast from the same postman a few yards later . . . .

Planning to venture out soon - but the weather isn't very tempting - still the dogs need walking and I so do I.

PS I have commented on your blogs but my comments aren't appearing . . . . are they that awful!!! LOL

leon said...

hey-ho ww

enabled comment moderation by mistake so all got blocked till I realised me cock-up

wot a twit I am
heh heh

ta , dr cas. I'll keep 'em coming

Anonymous said...

You take some beautiful photographs. Your sisters sound like I feel every morning.

Crystal xx

leon said...

hey again crystal
if I had been born to the same litter my typing skills would surely be a lot more proficient. I tend to think of meea and leeloo as my foster children though sisters is good too. anyway, anybody being woken by the beatles blasting through their lugholes at six-thirty in morning has a right, I suppose, to feel slightly aggrieved!

L
x

snailbeachshepherdess said...

Hello...have read back through all your blogs...hells teeth and buckets of blood you havent had a very good year really have you?
Have come to the conclusion you are brave to be blogging on here...well either brave or stupid..and I'll go with brave.
What breed are those beautiful dogs...I must have missed it? There's a husky in there somewhere.
Sorting out at this sort of time is both exhilarting and sad..I remember it so well...then I decorated like a madwoman...living room terracotta, bedroom dark green and kitchen a lighter shade of green ...just so it was 'me' not 'us'!
Finally a good telling off from a mother of 3 sons...EAT PROPERLY will you! Just think of all that acid swilling around eating your stomach linings...porridge, toast whatever...coffee and fag after! Invest in a slo cooker and get into the routine of filling it in the morning with veg, meat, fish whatever, chuck in a sauce form a jar and hey presto a decent hot meal in the evening......now consider yourself nagged from hundreds of miles away on the Welsh border.....sorry...its the mother in me ..and keep on blogging ..it really does help!