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Joules, trusted by... dozens... to make a drama out of your crisis...
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I live to write. It's not wise to get in my way.
August 2011: the earlier posts in this blog are a mess, the result of me changing the format some time ago. I'm working to edit the entire blog from the beginning, but with over 4K posts and sodall time for such luxuries it's going to take a while... [02/09/16 - Now reached 09/10/2004][20/03/2019 - giving up. I don't have enough time to update the blog atm, let alone edit old entries!]
If you come across any words you don't recognise in this blog, take a look at the Taylorspeke Glossary in the left-hand infopane, you'll usually find a definition there.
First, a recommendation. Dive over to The Jonathan Day Fiction Site and try some of the stories. I love this author's writing - it's funny, bitingly witty, dryly incisive, chilling, and deliciously subversive by turns. Absolutely well worth a look!
Sunday, April 08, 2007
We did get to the Walled Garden, and the honey comes from the farm across the road and up the hill from the shop: you can't get much more local. It's a lovely cloudy amber colour, strained, not filtered, and should contain all the pollen I need to knock the hayfever on the head. Will sort that out tomorrow.
It was hot at Clevedon. Well, hot out of the wind, at any rate: the sea-breeze was cool. We walked along the front to the pier, Kai scrambling over the rocks, and had a Marshfield ice-cream (double chocolate for Kai and Kim, Cointreau and orange for me: Sarah didn't want any) then went out onto the pier itself.
<- I like this sign. It conjures up images of volunteers standing under the pier holding it up with their hands...
The pier is great - you can see the water between the gaps in the planks, which had Kai and Sarah laughing in part fear, part bravado. The little pavilion at the end has the tiniest tea-room on the first floor (it seats about six to eight people, I'd guess) but it's all glass, so you can watch the sea, beach and weather while you sip your tea...
It was very breezy at the end, but the views back towards the town and down the coast are lovely.
It was a pleasant ride back, too. The countryside here is so pretty in the spring.
In other news: The lamb yesterday was just delicious, so tender and tasty. We all thoroughly enjoyed it.
Ken opened the large compost bin yesterday (I needed some compost for one of the planters) only to find a whole slither of slowworms were living in it. Really big ones too. So I didn't get my compost.
We checked the small bin as well - Ken said last time he emptied the kitchen compost bin our sleek long-tailed mouse was in there (the outdoor compost bin, not the kitchen one). No mouse, but there were cute little nibbly teeth marks all over the stale sesame bagel I'd popped in there the day before...
The cumbles and courgettes, and the first tomatoes, are now out in the GH. I need to plant the former two tomorrow, as the roots are showing through. Just hope we don't have any more frost.
The view across the bay from the end of the pier
Right - back to the rockface. Haven't managed any words yet, but I now have less than 4K to write, so I'm still well on target. I need to go shopping tomorrow, so will lose some of the morning. Like I've lost part of my night. I have Mel [spitspit] Gibson's Passion film on at the moment: thought I'd better try to watch it to see what all the fuss was about. So far it's tedious, grotesque, and hugely, offensively self-indulgent. I'd also say inaccurate, but since the gospels don't agree with each other anyway, and were in any case written decades after the events they purport to tell, by people who weren't even there at the time, that goes without saying. I doubt the Roman soldiery would have been that drunk, either - have no fondness for them, buggers invaded my country some millennia back, but as far as I'm aware their military discipline was pretty good. (Which was why they got away with invading.) Heh. On balance, if I'm going to watch a film about mythical deities, I'd rather it was a Harryhausen one...