Well it has been a lovely day today, in
fact it has been the sunniest day of the year so far, something I can say with
a certain degree of certainty because the solar panels on the roof has
generated just under eighteen kilowatts so far today and although the sun is
now vanishing fast at the time of writing this are still producing about 300
watts.
As those of you who read yesterdays diary
entry will know we were off out at a musical shindig last night with Mr Charlie
and Miss Jane in was in the Priest Weston village hall, now this is not a large
village hall and Priest Western itself is a tiny place up on a hill accessible
by little single track roads. The parking for the village hall is the farmers
working yard opposite the village hall, so we were not sure what to expect
really, because it is hardly the sort of venue frequented by major touring
bands. But it was a really great evening; the band, called Rose's Pawn Shop,
play country rock and had flown in from California only 48 hours earlier and
this was their first UK gig (I think). And I have to say they were one of the
best bands we have heard in years, and as dad is really old he has been around
for loads of years. So I will say if you get a chance to go and see Rose's Pawn
Shop play then it is well worth while, dad even bought their CD’s and he is
well mean normally.
Also in passing I
mentioned I was digging a defensive trench to keep out zombies (you cant be too
cautious with zombies) well I was back at it again today at first these things
look like fun but then you realize that a defensive trench to stop zombies is
trickier than it looks, although there is no denying that zombies are not the
brightest sparks in the world. But they are persistent little beasts and you can’t
rely on a dog eating them, as the dog says himself, he only likes the chewy
ones, and the crunchy ones and those with creamy centres don’t taste the same, so
he has a habit of ignoring those ones. I also did some clever engineering with
the deep dark damp muddy hole which still needs loads of work doing on it but
we are all sticking our fingers in our ears and going LA LA LA LALA LAL
ALLALLLALALLLA a lot. OK yes I connected the long defensive trench to the dark
damp muddy hole . . . . .AH YUCK, well no zombie with any sense is going to
attempt to cross over that defence trench it is almost impenetrable.
You notice I said almost
this is because when I was building it and then connected it to the dark damn
muddy hole I discovered I was in fact on
the wrong side of the impenetrable defence trench which had two cats looking at
me and meowing because they wanted food on the other side. So I was forced into
crossing the impenetrable defence trench which was not nice and I got a bit
muddy and manky . . . . YUCK, mum said IDIOT and dad turned the hosepipe on me although
he did say he thought I was a Zombie with a soft creamy middle what with the
smell and the mud.
You have me giggling joyously.
ReplyDeleteI hope I won’t fall into your trench the next I come to BC in the dark. I don’t like muddy with soft centres.
I am glad you found my daily diary entry amusing. It is all part of writing what happens in the world, it makes it easy to find out what I was doing many moons ago, although to the untrained eye it is tricky to Interpret precisely.
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Are you sure a trench will stop zombies? I have my doubts.
ReplyDeleteI think so as long as they don't have access to trench coats . . . . . HA HAHH HAH HAH HAH HAH AHH AH HAHH AH HAHH HAH AH HAH HA
DeleteIf the impenetrable defence trench is impenetrable, then how did you cross it??
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