Mostly read on the
train back down from Derby on the first sunny weekend of the summer, which up
until now has broken records for rain. I've become slightly obsessed with the
slugs and snails that are eating our flowers. Helen's been trying to get rid of
the ones in the front room for years, but doesn't want to put poison down. I've
been sneaking out with a maglite after dark each night and rooting around for
the little shits. I started by squashing them on the drive, but there were so
many it was starting to resemble a really nasty oyster omelette, so now I
collect them in a bucked and hurl them into the wilds at the back of the
garden.
Olympic fever has
kicked in, it's all incredibly exciting at the moment with the first events on
Saturday. I'm considering making bunting. It's more likely I'll be buying some
cheap plastic stuff from Sainsbury's half
an hour before the Opening Ceremony. The Road race goes through Pyrford on
Saturday, and we're considering taking F&L along to watch. They won't
realise the significance, but it's nice to be part of such a wonderful event.
It means trudging across the water meadows around the river Wey though, so I'm
going to need to go out and scout the route; after all the rain a coracle might
be the best form of transport.
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