Fed up! Been painting since 7-30 this morning and its boring old magnolia. Must have used gallons of it over the years. Nearly finished, might just have enough paint left in the tin. Did get a new tin yesterday at B & Q. That drove me mad, miles and miles of racking full of paint. All I wanted was a small tin of magnolia matt emulsion, could I find it? Could I hell. Satin? Yes! Silk? Yes! A ten-gallon tin of matt? Yes! Being one who doesn't like to ask for directions when in the car I also dislike asking where I could find a small tin of magnolia matt emulsion, as I take it as a personal failure. Finally gave in and asked a man in an orange pinny where I could find the elusive aforementioned tin of paint.
"Right behind you sir."
"Right behind you sir."
Last brush full of paint and I still have a square yard of wall to paint. Nope not enough. Up in the attic now and open the new tin of paint. "Bloody hell, it's WHITE"!
Going for a walk, a bit of exercise, fresh air and no sign of any magnolia matt emulsion.
Boots on, camera, book and pen in pocket, off for lunch and a walk.
Twenty minutes and I am at one of my favorite pubs:-
SLATERS ARMS, BRADLEY
I order a pint and a beef sandwich and even though it's quite cool I sit out in the beer garden wanting to maintain my macho image:-
"Good afternoon sir, enjoying the Great Outdoors are we"?
"Enjoy your lunch".
("Stupid sod").
Look at the thickness of that beef, fairly tough. Why do they always have to put tomato on a plate, I hate the things.
Doing a circular walk today, along the canal bank and then back round to the pub.
That looks like a nice spot for a spot of lunch and feed the ducks.
I keep whistling this same bloody tune. I must drive everyone mad. And I can't for the life in me remember what it's called.
What is this tune called? Must have heard it recently.
Quiet now just the faint hum of the traffic and the bleating of the sheep.
That beer has soon gone through me, will get behind this bush...that's better.
Look! A butterfly and a damselfly on the same bush. Butterfly brown with white spots, need to look that up when I get home. Damselfly blue, so small in contrast to the dragonfly
Bluebell Wood. I wonder if that couple can see anything going on in there?
What is this tune called?
Hip's hurting now, better not stop or will never get started again.
A memorial to some Polish airmen who crashed nearby during the war and were killed. And now we want rid of them all because they get "our" jobs and "our" houses.
This is steep, used to run up things like this. Hip killing me now.
Got it! "Who's a fool now" Tim Hart, one of my folk-music favourites
Lots of flowers on the brambles. Nearly autumn!
Just gone through the worst winter for years and summer is never going to happen.
What's this tune I'm whistling now?
End of the walk.
Must be nice to live somewhere like this. Do people who live in places like this appreciate it?
Shall I? No, better not.
Home now. Been a good day.
Good the paint's dried.
("Bet nobody will spot that bit I missed if I don't say anything").
ps. the name of that butterfly is Dingy Skipper
pps. and I know at least two tunes.
