Watching the Sopranos is not doing nothing. I’ve been meticulously studying the progress of this family for weeks. So glad I missed it first time round, on to series four presently.
The dentist at just after ten for me and then a little wall render repair maybe for inbetween one & two hours, if it stays dry the 98r out for the first spin for this year.
This afternoon we went to #2 sons in Leeds as it’s our granddaughter’s 9th birthday today. When we got there she was in the hot tub they’ve hired for her birthday party with a couple of school friends on Friday. It was freezing btw! When we got home one of my best friends texted to say he’d just ordered tickets for him and his teenage daughter to see Shed Seven in Leeds in December. I’ve now got a ticket to see them too……it’ll be the fourth time I’ve seen them live
I booked accommodation in Welshpool and Brecon a few days ago for a long weekend tour that me and some mates are doing early June
Short version due to suspected dislocated finger. Monday. Visited Carisbrooke Castle on Isle of Wight (waste of time due to cOviD - more on that later when finger healed....). Went to viewpoint overlooking Needles and ate romantic dinner of warmed up Chinese takeaway while fearing van would be blown over by gales. Stranded on IoW due to storm confining ferries to port, so wild camped off grid. Storm tore arial dish off roof and partly tore bike rack off rear. I fell over rock in pitch dark and dislocated left middle finger. Tuesday. Had to take ferry to P/mouth. Had a quick look at naval docks. Drove to village near Chesil Beach/Weymouth where Moonfleet was set (wanted to do so since read when aged 14). Discovered bike rack hanging off rear, and v lucky it did not fall off on motorway. Got home and rear wheel of eBike fell out. V lucky as had been careering down hill near Moonfleet at 35mph earlier! Today: back to work(ish) but bit limited due to finger being fvcked. View attachment 240072
Well.....I actually omitted to mention that the fresh water pump failed on the second day so we had no running water, or getting locked in the car park at the castle by some jobsworth who obviously didn’t think his gate-locking duties extended to knocking on the windows of motorhomes to warn the occupants, or the pine cones being blown onto the roof of the van all night keeping us awake (though we kept waking up anyway due to the cold as the gales kept blowing the boiler out), or running out of diesel on a section of “smart” motorway, or then thinking I was involved in some sort of Duel-esque road rage incident with a lorry driver who was blasting his horn and gesticulating at me but then only realising when I stopped at the services to get diesel that the side door of the habitation unit was swinging open (all our stuff except one female Converse left training shoe accounted for, thankfully, but we suspect that was lost at the camp site). As one of my mates once said after a comedically calamitous trackday (including the van running out of diesel en route and then the bike running out of petrol in the noise testing area), if they ever do a remake of Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em they should cast Frank Spencer as a bike-loving barrister
Following my exertions digging over a fallow patch of garden on Tuesday, that patch is now an 8x4x1 trench with a sieved (or riddled if you prefer) pile of earth and a pile of stones (bigger than 13mm) alongside. I'll start the second 8x4x1 trench tomorrow, only another 19 trenches to go. Andy
Oooops heal soon Ps can I add you to my bucket list of a week away with you guys please pretty please
