Thursday 4 April 2024

good life good life good life good life good life

yesterday horsemouth spent some time dealing with a chimney sweep. the guy got  up on the roof to clear the vine from off and out of the chimney (which, to be fair, is what it has needed for a while but neither horsemouth nor his brother had fancied doing).  there was an airgap between the back of the stove and the chimney - this probably explains how smoky it got in the living room when a fire is lit. he moved the CO detector closer to the fireplace. 

later horsemouth went for a wander on the even more exceptionally muddy than usual common and stomped around in high dudgeon for a while. then he took the eggs down to the house by the crossroads and then took the rubbish bin down to the bottom of the drive so it can be emptied by the council in the  morning. (remind him to bring the bins back up)

his mum is still ill with a cough and cold. they are off into town early next week maybe  (assuming she makes some recovery so she can sign some paperwork (week 2 of april)  - horsemouth may avail himself of this to nip down to the wen (a friend is visiting). 

he may then nip back sharpish for week 3 of april (strangely like january a month with a monday the 1st) before returning midweek week 4 for the annual general meeting of the communal endeavour - in an ideal world horsemouth would then hang around long enough to vote in the london mayoral election (slightly over a week)  before returning to the green and pleasant land of weirdshire via one of its four railway stations (or possibly a nearby welsh one). 

we will then be into freshe mai.  

horsemouth's strategy is to pretend that he likes things (even when he doesn't) in the hope that there is an easier way through other than conflict. he is sad to say that a lot of the time that works. 

it is the good life day - a show which ran from 4th april 1975 until 10th june 1978.  it is a dream of escape from the rat race, it was this and survivors really.  and like all the apocalypses it seemed to point to a way out. and the good life  wasn't an apocalypse, it was a comedy, it was hopeful and charming. 

today a rainy horrible morning. 

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