the sun is hiding in the bushes

so horsemouth has passed up on his chance to go into town. 

he has just been over to the garage to check on his books (in truth he has enough books/ too many books and many of them unread).

that said of the four he bought last time he is reading/ has read two of them (the le fanu would be one example).

maria edgeworth's ormond would be a counter example (languishing unread). the f.a.hayek was always a buy to give away book. 

similarly (from his visit to abergavenny) butcher's crossing (john williams) languishes unread but packing my library (alberto manguel) horsemouth read and disposed of almost immediately. a nietzsche reader languishes unread (but then horsemouth has three or four other nietzsches hiding in the garage pretty much unread). 

it is the afternoon and horsemouth is feeling anxious

he's off bell-ringing tonight (he hopes). he must get back into the swing of it. his auntie val just phoned (remind him to tell his mum). no he agreed to go bell-ringing and then called it off (he thinks). jesus.

aargh what a disaster!

at least the chickens are ok. 

ok he's watching some bad SF (threshold) and it's cheering him up or at least distracting him. he's medicating with a beer. 

it's another cold and frosty morning. horsemouth has been out and unleashed the chickens and taken the milk over to the garage. in a bit he will go out and close the chicken's shed door. the sun is low to the horizon hiding in the bushes. 

today a wander into the village to pick up medicines and a copy of the hereford times. 

tomorrow possibly zoom beers with howard. 

plans for the trip up to katie's graduation are in hand.