the universe is punishing him for refusing to accept its gifts

horsemouth is washing himself much less than he used to (is that oversharing?).. he's not sure what this is about, mourning probably. he has changed his underwear, t-shirt and perhaps even socks. he has been for a walk and even paddled in a river. so has he calmed down? he thinks if he's not fully calmed down he is certainly on his way towards it.

the weather and the countryside were beautiful but horsemouth was in a fearsomely shit mood. he had a plan to go bellringing but then the plan didn't work, the lift did not appear (hmm he'll have to find out why that was). this may be his dragon year but he has to admit he isn't feeling it so far (it is like the universe is punishing him for refusing to accept its gifts). 

the only plus side was he sat down and had a chat with his mum. he has his heading back to the wen day and they (allegedly) have a better understanding (horsemouth will see). tomorrow the guy is showing up to install the raised vegetable beds (hopefully that will all go ok but horsemouth admits to feelings of dread about it. it will probably go fine).  

it's another beautiful day in the countryside with picture postcard pretty views leaping out at him from every neglected corner. the speed of its transformation is amazing. (mind you next week it will be raining again so better get the appreciation in quickly). we have entered into the bright quarter of the year (the 13 weeks surrounding the summer solstice) 

dennis thompson the drummer of the MC5 has died. he was the last man standing. (and then there were none).