‘I just exist then later I try to remember and write some of it down’

said bukowski

horsemouth is up. so far he has thought about his dad's death but he hasn't cried yet (which is a first). 

the electric fence  round the chicken coop presents a problem, horsemouth has lost the spike that goes into the ground as the earth - he has probably buried it beneath the sods he cut to bury the bottom of the fence to stop the chickens tunnelling their way out - as a result there is no 'ground' above which the batteries can charge the cable so that it delivers an electric shock when touched. the shock is a reasonably mild one and is mainly there to discourage the sheep from rubbing up against the fence and knocking it over (or the rabbits from tunnelling under it). the main purpose of the fence is to stop the chickens wandering off and falling prey to the local fox (and to stop the local fox from getting in). 

the solution is probably just to buy another one or maybe it was never actually needed, it was just another 'project' for his father. 

yesterday a visit from an aunt and uncle - the uncle was a steelworker at one point, his aunt was a nurse. they spent a lot of time talking and than a little time lopping branches off the tree near the old greenhouse. the trees have grown up so much they have cut of the light to it. the main worry is that they will blow about in strong wings and smash a pane of glass. there are a couple of dead trees that will probably need to be taken down. 

today his brother and the family are over (sometime about midday).  his brother's eldest has just graduated (there are photos). it's a grey day (ok the clouds may part at some point). thereafter it is a run out towards the cremation/ the memorial service. horsemouth has been listening to nimrod again and trying to work out another piece of music to go with the service, he listened through to the starts of the other enigma variations but none of them really suited.  maybe he should ask his auntie jan.

his aunt and uncle suggested bridge over troubled water (a sometime favourite of his father) but horsemouth just thinks it is too emotional. it is very 70ies - it is very of its time. 

the milkman has been and horsemouth has put the bottles over in the fridge in the garage.  in a bit he will go out and water the tomato and cucumber plants in the main greenhouse (the one visible out of his window/ the one that still gets the sunlight). 

soon enough meter readings from horsemouth's london gaff. at some stage horsemouth will have to have a chat about the bills.  

ok the sun has broken through. horsemouth will go and get some more coffee and water the tomatoes.