all of these things will be what they will be in the fullness of time

good morning.

yesterday horsemouth let himself get in a grump. 

the immediate cause was the trains - horsemouth has forgotten that the railways are running a pandemic service with decreased frequency and/or capacity (allegedly). just rocking up, buying a ticket and travelling he's used to, any of this planning ahead lark he can't really do. this time the trains seem to be full going back (until later on) or they want to send him on a route via bristol temple meads (wtaf).. 

tomorrow there's a rugby international in cardiff so the trains will be even busier (so horsemouth best get away today). 

horsemouth is sure he will be fine. he has a return ticket he may need to call in at the ticket office before he travels to ensure it is connected with an actual journey. 

there are other deeper causes. the condition of the front room (an ongoing problem now in its 6 month of blockedness), the likely condition of the kitchen, the overall unsatisfactory condition of the gaff. 

alternatively horsemouth could always worry about the task of development at the communal endeavour and the naysayers and what they might say.  digging back he could identify the people whom he has wronged and their likely desire for revenge and back before that the naughty things he got up to as a youth and the state's infinite memory.

it is of course beyond futile to be out in the wonders of nature (or at least wandering round ewyas harold common) and to be worrying about these things. it's downright foolish and a waste of space. all of these things will be what they will be in the fullness of time.

at some point he looked over the dulas valley clear to the black mountains and laughed at himself. 

it was good to see steve, richard and stass and to meet people on the weirdshire scene.  it has been good to see his mum and dad (and he seems to have done it without infecting them all with the latest variant too). it was good to play a gig (it went well he thinks). 

horsemouth is coming back into the city for the doubling every 6 days delta variant (lovely) and the mask-less dickheads party from the 19th onwards (who are we kidding - they're maskless already).  he will be returning to keep a low profile, do some babysitting  and hopefully make some more music (from about the 8th of august onwards). he will have to work out some low profile, covid secure way of doing all of this. 

later this month horsemouth's redundancy in earnest. a possible farewell party. probably the final furlough check. horsemouth reaches peak wealth and contemplates a long slow descent into poverty (that would be a good alternative title for this post but horsemouth thinks he will save it for later). horsemouth will have to return the work laptop and go back to using his fucked and held together with sellotape netbook. (he should probably spend his ill got on a new laptop but he's probably too mean to do so).