In the words of Chas 'n' Dave and 'The Sideboard Song' - I don't care. Don't care about what? I shall tell you:
I don't care about 'Brangelina' and the whole hoo-ha about their imminent, and likely acrimonious, divorce. Way too much newspaper space is being eaten up with boooooring reports about who said and did what, space that would be better employed with photos of kittens and flowers.
I don't care about the fall into disgrace of Sam Doo-Da, manager of the English football team, who has been caught misbehaving in some way and is appalled that the method of catching was entrapment. Never mind he wouldn't have been entrapped if he'd had any sense of morals in the first place. And he's had a pay off, apparently. A million pounds? Did I hear right? Who says dishonesty doesn't pay. Honestly, you try and instil in young people that honesty and integrity are valuable, nay desirable assets in a human being, yet they see massive dollops of cash going to shonky types. Sheesh!
I don't care that Germy Corbyn has hung onto the Labour leadership by whatever socialist hocus pocus came to his rescue and is now spouting a load of tired platitudes, with a bunch of weird cheerleaders shouting, 'Germy! Germy!!' who'll no doubt stab him in the back as soon as they get the chance. I am slightly surprised that the challenger, Owain Thingummy, hasn't immediately called for a second election. Isn't that how it works these days? People who don't get their own way demanding recounts until they get the 'right' result?
I don't care that Paul Hollywood is moving to Channel 4 with the soon to be diluted to a shadow of its former self Bake Off. Andy tried to suggest he was being loyal to the production company. I say he is being loyal to his bank balance, and he's cheated on his wife before, so what can one expect from someone who has a proven track record of self-serving behaviour?
I don't care about the USA presidential elections. I came to the conclusion pretty soon in the whole sorrow debâcle that it's all madness on a stick. Obviously, some of it is madness on a stick with peculiar candy floss hair, but as a general assessment - all madness. Boring madness, too.
Anyway! Moving on!! We have sheep in the field next door now. Very entertaining. The three 'ens have taken to making sporadic escapes from their run, like when we went to shut them away tonight, Nora and Nancy were desperately trying to work out how to get into the pod from t'other side of the fence, and Nellie had given up and was roosting on top of their second hen house which is stationed outside the perimeter fence but with a door opening onto the inside. Well, thank goodness they are easy to catch, is all I can say, because they are NOT spending nights al fresco. It is my responsibility to ensure they are safe from predators, and I take that responsibility VERY seriously. Three 'ens scooped up and bundled safely into the pod. Job done. And it's good to have eggs again.
Much brewing has been occuring. Damson wine AND damson beer are plopping away in the laundry. The hyacinths are under cover in the woodshed. I am hoping to surprise them into blooming for Christmas. Talking of which, I've started handcrafting new decorations for our first festive season at Damson Cottage. I have been told off by Heather for doing this, as it is 'too early' and generally, I would agree with the sentiment. But handcrafting takes time. So I need to start now. So I have.
Flora Bijou Mybug has suffered a plague of little visitors. Although she has a flea treatment on a regular basis, I reckon there was some sinister plague of superflea in the carpets left over from the previous owners' dog. Therefore, the whole house has been sprayed with insecticide twice, I've been on a daily vacuuming frenzy, and have been subjecting Flora to intensive combing with a long toothed metal comb, a bowl of water to hand and the words, 'Die, bastard fleas, die,' ringing in the air. It's been an itchy week but finally we are triumphant and all is now calm on the scratchy front. But I shall be getting new carpets as soon as the bank balance has recovered from the bathroom refit, and Flora will continue to have a daily grooming regime. Not that I'm obsessed, or anything...
In the garden, there is a goodly crop of autumn raspberries, which is marvellous, and we are starting to pick apples, too. I mowed the lawn on Friday, but you wouldn't think so to look at it today after 5 days of mild weather, heatwave weather and the perfect amount of rain. Where is all that grass coming from? The trees are starting to shed leaves, we have denuded many trunks of ivy. We have started to build our Guy Fawkes' Night bonfire!
I shall leave you, then, with a 'What is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare' moment. This was the sunset last night. I sat at the living room window and stared at it for ages...
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