Good morning. Grey, cool and still. Cool enough for me to pop on a light-weight fleece when I popped up to the allotment to water tomatoes. This involves carrying 30 litres up to the greenhouse. Amazingly despite the inflow pipe to the well literally only dripping into the trough it's still filling overnight. Got to the allotment to find the honey lady has been. We have this arrangement, I leave money, she leaves honey. Two pounds of honey from hives about ½ mile from my house, later in the summer the honey will come from her allotment about 100 yards from mine. YUMMY!
Something for the weekend sir? Tasks for the next couple of days; ironing, Aldi dash, dusting and hovering upstairs, two bikes need cleaning and TLC, red and black currants to pick. After this I hope to find some time to lay in the hammock. We have friends coming for a BBQ and to play Canasta this evening. Usually a good night but this can depend on the mood of one friend. She had a TIA a year or so back and the general feeling is she can be quite aggressive on occasions.
The man is coming again. No, not Bruce, though I'm hopefully, but Bob. Mr Dylan is back in November playing Blackpool Opera House for two nights. I was lucky enough to get four tickets when he played there in 2013. It's so intimate it was like having him sat in your front room. Very few people knew about the gig that time. It's all over the press this year. Getting tickets will be one hell of a scramble. The big plus is Dylan sells his own tickets from his website. I live in hope. Have I ever mentioned in 1978 I slept on the pavement on Leeds Headrow queuing for tickets for his UK tour. One each was the rule, two days! In many ways that was easier than using Ticketbastard.
Morning......who said it's cool ? we've got 25c here
.
.
