horsemouth doesn't fancy it much

'the trees blazed with the diamonds of melting hoar frost. the wet village roads shone like silver below, and the market folk thronged past the vicarage and school. a railway engine shot up a bright white jet of steam over the bank from hay station, the oaks were still tawny green and glittering with diamond dews, hay church in a tender haze beyond the gleaming of the broad river reach and rapids above the steeple pool. how indescribable, that lovely variegated scene. a rook shot up out of the valley and towered above the silver mist into the bright blue sky over the golden oaks, rising against the dark blue mountains still patched and ribbed with snow.' - kilvert's diary, 17th november 1870. 

after this description of beautiful nature 'old sackville related his reminiscences of a badger-baiting at clifford court that he had been at when a young man.' 

it's not that kilvert is a great descriptive writer (he's not) but it is embedded in the web and weft of his life and sometimes he looks up or around him and sees it and tells you about it.

horsemouth types this around midday on saturday. 

he's waiting for the washing machine delivery. 

he's been out to brush some leaves off the drive - the ambulance had difficulty getting up the drive a few weeks ago because of the piles of slippery wet autumn leaves. he's expecting a phonecall sometime around half one (and then he's expecting to redirect the van from the village hall where the postcode marker is).  

he's been attempting to clear trip hazards out of the way in the kitchen (but nothing can disguise the fact that the old machine will have to be lifted out and the new one lifted in - and washing machines are fucking heavy).  horsemouth doesn't fancy it much. 

so it's done the old washing machine has been lifted out and the new one put in where the dishwasher used to be (the dishwasher is now out in the garage but horsemouth and his brother may move it back to where the washing machine used to be tomorrow. dishwashers are lighter than washing machines/ they'll see how they feel). 

horsemouth then celebrated (perhaps prematurely). he's having some zoom beers with howard. (there are photos). 

later horsemouth has eaten dinner and is contemplating sobering up. 

him and his mum watch shetland (an old series). 

out in the sea off california the oarfish are rising to celebrate trumps victory.