one day (sure you don't want another?)

 '... mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. first with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. it was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said “bother!” and “o blow!” and also “hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat...'

- kenneth grahame, the wind in the willows (1908).  

yesterday

 the zoom beer with howard. just the one. not even one. more like a half. howard is reading about the suffragettes and contemplating working until he drops. 

horsemouth advised that this was a terrible idea (the working until he drops bit).

howard has a book about sylvia pankhurst (horsemouth was most envious he's a big fan of sylvia pankhurst). 

así fue - that's how it was. 

last night  fireworks (for the solstice?)

and today the solstice. the sun will have risen back at 04.51 - long before horsemouth will have woken up. he woke up at about 7.30. 

in the week? a heatwave. 

in a bit horsemouth will go around the house closing the windows that were open overnight to let in the cooler air.