who killed cock pheasant? (wait for the foolishness to run its course)

yesterday horsemouth has had another grumpy day where he couldn't get very much done.

but he did walk into the neighbouring village. (which was vey pretty). 

but he had to walk over the muddy common to get there. (which he cursed)

he's 3 weeks away from a key vote - until he's got it done he won't be happy. 

and once he's got it done it will be back to the same old shit. (unless he goes down to defeat).

all political careers end in failure. 

last night dave webb's excellent radio show a link to which horsemouth will post up as soon as it is available. 

who killed cock pheasant? wednesday horsemouth found him dead upon the road. (there's an end to your rattling). there he lay in all his golden glory dead as a doornail. horsemouth debates writing a comedy song about cooking and eating roadkill. 

today is bandcamp friday. horsemouth promised to recommend the most recent release from jacken elswyth's excellent  betwixt and between and so he will. as usual it was a beautiful dawn but now (as usual) it is rainy and grey (should clear in the afternoon).

'stockpile a few bags of rice, grow some more vegetables on the allotment (and some flowers), walk the dog, wait for the foolishness to run its course. at the end of it all we emerge sadder and wiser...'

so horsemouth remarked about brexit many years ago (back in 2019 he believes). there's more foolishness yet to come horsemouth believes, at the end of the month new import duties come in on food imported from the EU (wave goodbye to the cheese). er. won't that drive up inflation. won't people just view it as the final fucking straw when they can't afford their camembert?

milk taken over to the fridge in the garage. hens let out.