'cinema, finished...'

kilvert is on holiday in the west country

he's been there since august the 1st and he returns to his parent's house in langley burrell on the 12th. the first volume of the diaries finishes on the 19th. 

on this day in 1871 there's an expedition to the beautiful st.andrew's church in monkton wyld.  this was built comparatively recently to him in 1849. kilvert notes the dressings of caen stone. 

tomorrow there's a big four page expedition to seaton and beer. 

oh dear kerfuffle about buying heating oil

apparently they can't just 'fill up the tank' , no they've got to send out an exact amount of heating oil (and no there are no 'summer prices') and if you've ordered too much to fit in your tank 'there's a surcharge' and they 'only deal on a weekly basis' so there's no arranging a more convenient delivery day for next week.

he has to admit this is not his recollection of how it worked last time. 

his mum has stomped off muttering dark imprecations. horsemouth is thinking that there's no rush.  they can wait for their order until the tank is a bit emptier. 

one key problem is that they do not know the precise volume of the tank (thus guessing how much can be fitted into it is a bit of a problem). horsemouth has just measured the outside and calculated it  (2.7m cubed) and even if it is smaller than he thinks it is (2m cubed) they should be fine fitting in 1500L because it is less than a quarter full etc.

horsemouth has just checked his bank balance and his recent credits and debits. 

a walk on the common

he bumps into a somewhat lost french tourist and directs them back towards ewyas harold.  on his way back he saw a fox (that's rare out here). 

earlier in the day a wander down to the abbey and back searching for the welsh water crew who were planning to deal with a burst water main (if they could find it).  before that a (brief) online meeting with james and colin. 

'cinema, finished. I would start writing books again...' - marguerite duras 

horsemouth was watching penelope spheeris's the decline of western civilisation part 3 - the LA gutter punk years. the punks are cute and smart but almost permanently drunk - they're either living out on the street or in unsafe accommodation (one of them dies during the making of the film when his squat burns down).