a grotesque boiling down

'he becomes a grotesque boiling down of all the preposterous characters he has ever impersonated' 

-  h.l. mencken.

horsemouth's reading of the dedalus book of dutch fantasy goes well 

he's on his fourth or fifth story having read aletrino's in the dark, jan arends' breakfast (where a crusty old gent in a retirement home turns into a monkey - temporarily), and asscher's the secret of dr. raoul sarrazin (spoiler: the secret is he has a library of blank books - very fashionable in these days of AI thievery). 

he should return to his sensible reading also (the portable hannah arendt). 

instead he sat out at the bench and listened to the world at one (on an old school (digital) radio).

at the moment horsemouth needs a number of things to get on. he needs sand and cement so he can fix the patio wall knocked over by the milkman, he needs more seeds and such like for the vegetable garden (peas, carrots etc.). the number of raised beds has been increased - these will be good for the kind of vegetables that have to be picked (peas etc.) rather than the kind of root vegetables that have to be dug up (carrots, potatoes). 

last year the marrows came to over dominate the garden. while it looked good neither horsemouth nor his mother particularly like marrows (and neither do any of the family). 

today it looks like decent weather (but hereafter it all goes to shit for a while). 

so far the morning looks pretty decent. 

in good news triple negative have a gig coming up. 

in bad news horsemouth has a cold. or rather,

 'at the moment horsemouth has what many casual observers would assume to be a ‘cold’ - dripping nose/ slight cough... in fact these minor ailments are on a timer.'