is horsemouth happy?

last night horsemouth was back watching the lone wolf and cubs. lone wolf defends the peasants. the corrupt and oppressive power structure (and their running dog lackeys) are vanquished (well chopped up by lone wolf and then buried in the fields by the peasants). and life goes on. 

earlier horsemouth got the overground up into highbury, walked down into  islington (to his bank) and then walked back mostly down the canal... as far as broadway market anyway, about 5 miles all told. 

humanity you are beautiful. four weeks still to go before horsemouth gets jab two. by which time the indian variant will have well established domestic transmission and probably be the majority strain in community testing. .

of course wandering through crowds (like taking bus rides out east) this is not the smartest thing to be doing in a pandemic. 

having returned home horsemouth's  plan was to sit out and read. in which garden depending on which side of the house has the least building work going on adjacent to it. but instead the skies opened and fired biblical quantities of hail down at the earth and horsemouth snoozed. 

next door (eastwards) they are extending out into the back garden. they have already taken down the little porch that led off from the kitchen and laid the foundation for the back wall. still it is supposed to be quite a long build. the advantage is it's a downstairs flat so they won't be going up into a loft extension (and further reducing the amount of sunlight the back garden gets in winter and thus its chances of drying out). 

the back garden is a disaster zone, a waste dump, a workshop. the front garden horsemouth struggles to keep as a garden (in the teeth of other house members who want to use it as a waste dump). horsemouth's key 'fact on the ground' here was placing  a composting bin dead centre - the contents of which are far too stinky to move. 

horsemouth has a sore throat (again) but he figures it's either howard's (non-covid) sore throat or cancer. 

the pharrell williams track reminds him of being in porto, well in gaia actually on the other side of the river, he got the boat over from just up from massaleros and and was wandering along beside the river towards the sea when he heard happy being played from some kind of municipal fitness event. the sun shone, horsemouth was dressed in t-shirt, shorts and trainers, he had a little rucksack with a towel, a book, a diary, a  pen, a bottle of water, some suntan lotion, and probably some bread rolls and cheese. 

it doesn't take much to make him happy (just international jet travel, sunshine and cheese).