one window shows grey skies (the other blue)

'if either the job or the housing go then horsemouth is shtooked, he will either have to get a ‘proper’ job (heaven forfend) or move out of town and eke out his savings until his pension (which is still too far away for his liking). 

of course horsemouth is glad not to be one of the youth for them things look proper shit.' 

and guess what happen? (as they say). prophecy thy name is hindsight. 

the job has evapourated. and not just for the summer this time. 

horsemouth rolls toward his redundancy though the date when they actually pay him the wedge has slipped a little. by now horsemouth thought he'd be sitting on his treasure trove like smaug the dragon (but no that would only happen if he were paid like a boss). 

horsemouth is recalculating as the ad, based on the idea that life is a car journey and that it has a destination and that technology can help you get there, says. can he eke it out to his pension? can he get something small and not very irritating to tide him over. 

horsemouth is a procrastinator and a coward (as you know) and also a filthy bourgeois rational planner. he apologises for going on about this. he realises the minutiae of his existence (and particularly the money) are not of great interest. 

the housing is still there (or it was the last time horsemouth checked) but it is as irritating as ever.  he has agreed to another round of cat-sitting elsewhere (thanks for the offer) and then there is (perhaps depending on the vagaries of international travel) another round of cat-sitting (and horsemouth rolls it towards the equinox). 

horsemouth has two problems - how he can afford to live until pension day and how he can split his time between the cheap sunny place and the expensive cold place. the consequence of brexit is that he can only live in the cheap sunny place for 91 days at a time (and then he is banished from the magic kingdom for 91 days). 

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meanwhile horsemouth rolls towards lammas (1st of august) and the anniversary of the release of musicians of bremen volume four. he should give it another listen (he bets it sounds good). 

was that just sunlight that came in the window? one window shows grey skies (the other blue). soon a run up to the allotment (to check it is ok), some cleaning about the house, some admin.

horsemouth is about to indulge in some rational planning for the communal endeavour (and worse still to encourage others to do so). yesterday horsemouth visited his brother's house which is up in nearby highams park on a hill, a friend of his (who lives at the bottom of a nearby hill) has been flooded out in the recent rainstorms. the media are blaming climate change. horsemouth is wondering if it is not time to think about beginning to futureproof the communal endeavour, of doing their bit.