horsemouth: his saturday (what actually happened)
horsemouth: my saturday is, of course, a parody of a daily torygraph magazine column where celebrities (i.e. people horsemouth has never heard of) tell us about their good taste weekends (shopping, fine dining etc.). you will notice a distinct absence of consumption and restaurants out here in the countryside.
7am horsemouth usually gets up. actually saturday he woke up at 8am.
he drank his coffee black (no sugar) he turned on the laptop and posted up the blog he had written already. then he copied a link to the blog to facebook, checked through his likes, posted up a photo of him drinking in pub on the park.
the weather was really off and on.
9am-ish breakfast. scrambled eggs at the weekend, two pieces of toast, cup of tea.
then he did a little work in the greenhouse, in the garden, went and checked the fence round the chicken enclosure (did some temporary repairs but really it needs fixing properly). he planted some peas.
his mum drove to the forge filling station and returned with the daily telegraph saturday edition. horsemouth made desultory efforts to read the money section.
1pm- ish he listened to the news. small pot of tea and an egg mayonnaise sandwich.
horsemouth tried to sit out in the sun and read an article in the daily torygraph magazine about walking without smartphones. but he got distracted by the idea of finding it online and posting it to the hackney walkers. drifters group. (failure) he saw a pied wagtail.
horsemouth got in his guitar playing early. he's got the hohner(OM) guitar here, tuned standard at the minute.
he had a crack at waiting for the times to get better by doc watson (he keeps on wanting to say doc scott) but he can't seem to get the alternating bass and the fingerpicking properly aligned. he had a crack at katie cruel and something's on your mind (his two karen dalton tunes - though she also does a great pastures of plenty).
he had a crack at painbirds (by sparklehorse) and managed to pitch it correctly, and then got it wrong. recently he listened to the original, he'd forgotten how woozy it is. he became tempted by the guitar solo, (there's a trumpet solo on there as well). maybe if howard has a guitar too horsemouth can take a crack at the guitar solo, it's that classic jimi hendrix two-note thing.
(he took a look at eyepennies also).
4pm-ish a quick walk up on the common. going up through the woods coming back via dick's pitch
from round about five a beer with his mum. they sat in the conservatory while they watched the birds eat from the bird feeder. horsemouth just had the one, a bottle of wainwright amber (4%) his mum had a can of holsten pils.
1745 to 1815 zoom beers with howard (well horsemouth finished off his bottle, howard's gone teetotal for the duration).
6.30pm turn on youtube.
7pm dinner (2 beef burgers masquerading as fakemeat fiasco). vegetables, rice, potato. apple pie to follow.
7.30pm check tv listings find nothing to watch.
10pm(ish) news. and weather. horsemouth skipped this. to sleep fairly early (no reading).
today probably a wider ranging wander than usual. weather looks pretty decent for the next two weeks but barely above 20C.
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