Monday 3 June 2013

Summer, sunsets, drumming and alien spacecraft

Today has been hot and sunny and rumour has it, it will remain hot and sunny here for at least the following week. One thing I do know about weather is like myself only the other day, weather likes to maintain a state of equilibrium so the good weather here means that there has been some terrible weather elsewhere, I believe in central Europe, I have been busy so have not yet seen a news.  However both myself and the Ghost Write found ourselves trapped the wrong side of glass rooms that were rather hot, the Ghost Writer battling the demons of IT, breaking down the gates of a laptop that was determined that no one shall pass. But the Ghost writer showed no mercy and wiped the mind of the laptop tuning it into a docile puppy eager to please.



I on the other hand was doing mathematics working on the algebraic equations for the flight of seagulls, all was well until Esmeralda got bored and decided that a cookery class was more fun, so we all had seagull risotto for lunch which was well yummy.



Anyway tonight myself and my drumming colleague sat on the patio and drummed the sunset in (I note I got a photo of three alien spacecraft heading towards the woods), while a load a mayflies and a dragonfly flew about and a frog ate a large wasp. I was a bit worried about the frog, wasp stings are not nice so swallowing a live wasp and a large one at that seemed foolish, but I think frogs eat first think second, much like Freddie’s ferret who spent the afternoon trying to swallow a large seagulls head.




I am now drinking tea eating Prawn crackers (as you do) and writing this, I know by the time you read it I will have eaten all the crackers finished my tea and will be chilling as it has been a long long day and I need to spend a small bit of it doing nothing…..   


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12 comments:

  1. The Seagulls really aren't having a good time of it, up where you live Rob Z.

    It has been rather warm today, with much itching and scratching from me, whilst passersby give me a wide berth in case the itching and scratching, was because I'd caught the plague, or something similar. I hadn't, it was just nits...

    Anyway, the day ended on a beautiful note, C I think it was, when the Lil man bought for my birthday, an Indian Takeaway with the money that he had saved. So like you, I'm now spending a bit of a long day, doing nothing. Ahh, this is the life. :)

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    1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Miss Lily. . . . I am running outside to enjoy the sun again (it is now the morning of the following day).
      I will be back later to respond to all later.

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    2. Delete that second later it was not needed. Just keep the one later. Stupid English language, keyboard and spell checker.

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    3. Heehee Rob Z. Thank you. :)

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  2. It's great having that strange yellow object in the sky.
    Enjoyed your post always get a smile.

    Yvonne..

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    1. I am hoping it is like buses where you don't see one for about a year and a half and then several all turn up at once.

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  3. Thanks, Rob, for sharing your day and the photos. It sounds like you had an amazing time. I know I did reading about it!

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    1. Glad you liked it, my diary continues until I reach my goal of one million words.

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  4. It's supposed to be sunny here all week too, but I don't believe it! Going to enjoy it while it lasts :)

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    1. I am very optimistic about the weather this week, so I think we will be OK.

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  5. Last time I made seagull risotto, I forgot to remove the dorsal fin and everyone got food poisoning. That's the last time I was invited to give a demonstration at the catering college.

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    1. I think you may have mixed up your beasts there Mr Addman. See what happens when you go all Podcast and Radio Four Wit, using such clever stuff as speech.

      All that modern technology might be OK for a Burger but a risotto is old school, made by rubbing sticks together dip dip dip.

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