it's a grey and cool morning

'longing for the new is one of the most common forms assumed by suicidal impulses in our country'        - v. pelevin

it's a cool and grey morning (phew). horsemouth types this in a t-shirt with the window open. he has a cup of coffee on  the go. 

a weight has been lifted from his shoulders (the babysitting gig is (slightly prematurely) at an end). to celebrate/ commiserate horsemouth went up the pub with steve. the approach was busy so they relocated to the camel. there they bumped into marike. they were sat outside.  they proceeded to set the world to rights/ armchair surgeon general the war against the delta variant. at the end horsemouth got the bus back up and got a falafel wrap (delicious - probably the first one in a year and a half). 

horsemouth thinks we are in an interregnum (a gap before everything kicks off again).

now that everybody is back out everybody seems to have a cold. 

frankly horsemouth was feeling a bit knackered as a result of his getting up early/walking there/walking back/child wrangling etc. and it has been hot and sunny (particularly during the afternoon walk there). horsemouth is frustrated that they cannot get it to run smoothly for the better benefit of all. (ah well). he will have walked something like 28 miles over the week (which is decent). 

time to regroup and rethink. 

sunday horsemouth gets his second jab (and not a moment too soon). he could have got it earlier he thinks but by the time they sent him the 'get your jab early' text it would only have saved him a week. he hopes this was the correct decision. thereafter he thinks he will be post-jab sick. he will endeavour to get more work done on his set. he should be up to full immunity (as far as that goes) by the time of his gig. 

the bin men have just been and next door the extension continues. drilling, giant clanking machinery.