friday the thirteenth

'... distractedness, weak memory, stupidity!' - franz kafka, diaries, 13th september 1915. 

franz kafka's diaries (at least in brod's edition) begin again. they begin again with a new diary. 

today (when you read this) is of course friday the thirteenth. it's rare because this is the only one in the year (normally you get two and perhaps sometimes three). ok no horsemouth is wrong there's another one in december. 

2025 will have just one friday the 13th as will 2027 and 2028, 2026 will have three friday the 13ths one each in february, march, and november. 

yesterday a successful morning. horsemouth got his mum up early and saw her off on the bus to ewyas harold  (matter of fact he went with her to ewyas harold and then walked back over the common - meeting a woman and her two terriers - one of which was deaf). 

this is a good thing (his mum introduced to the local bus service). it's a good at least to the neighbouring village with a shop and a doctors  etc. to get further up (to the forge filling station) or into hereford this might be a bit more of a problem, it's two buses. like horsemouth says there's a handful of buses a day and it doesn't run sundays and bank holidays (but at least it's a start). 

the problem would probably be the big tescos shop (horsemouth thinks he might manage it with a wheelie-bin or a rucksack. 

in between times he brought the recycling bin up from the bottom of the drive. for a brief moment the skies opened and the rain tipped it down. 

he then went down to the bottom of the drive to pick his mum up from the bus when she came back. later a visit from the guy to take a look at the aga/ raeburn whatever it is (an old friend of his father's).

in the day slightly embarrassed for what to do horsemouth picked some peas, and then some carrots, and then some beetroot. 

in the evening bell ringing so horsemouth ate early and returned late.