A single pink flowered Red Dead-nettle amongst purple and white flowered Sweet Violets against a backdrop of urban amenity grassland a clump of yellow Daffodils a bench and trees.
#SignsOfSpring underneath the “Residents Parking Only” sign. Red Dead-nettle out-sprung by purple flowered Sweet Violet which in turn is out-sprung by white flowered Sweet Violet, Viola odorata var dumetorum. #WildflowerHour
Favourite Woodstock moments: Bob the Bear giving a cigarette to a stage invader; Richie Havens; "See Me, Feel Me"; Sly and The Family Stone and the late Country Joe singing "Fixin to die". Hats off to him.
Tatie talk: Jersey Royals only exist as a PR brand name. They are actually a variety called International Kidney. A bloke in MasterChef just said he was using them but his tates are way too big and the wrong shape.
#justsaying
Maybe Norman Lamont tipped him off. I only met Gove once - we were both at a roller disco vainly trying to catch up to Bob Servant's ex-squeeze so there was no chat beyond exerted grunts exchanged.
For some completely unfathomable reason lately I get the Spectator magazine in the post every week - sticker priced at six quid. It is very very middle class and quite Tory so I am totally the wrong demographic.
Hope it's not broken
Serving luncheon early today ahead of the lunchtime kickoff.
Cheese and bacon rolls, spiced pickled onions and hula hoops.
I planted early potatoes, rotovated the land ready for spring and refined my brassica strategy. Also planned the removal of a dead redcurrant tree. And witnessed the end of the rat saga. Happy days.
I am inordinately proud that there is an English folk song whose lyrics features both the words Rotherham and dumbfounded. see John Martyn for the best rendition.
I will always be a melodica man.
Did someone a favour and they bought me a soil thermometer with a long probe to check compost heap. Left it in overnight after cutting grass and covering It with winter compost. It read 65 degrees C so that'll do.
Anyone with a spare minute read Graham Gouldmans lyrics to No milk today popularised by Herman's Hermits. Relentlessly upbeat melody concealing relentlessly downbeat suicidal lyrics which the 10 year old me never noticed.
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In my CA Diary today; No milk today - a Charles Vernam who do you think you are special
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#GTFC
I know a person whose daughter is an air hostess for Emirates. They live in a flat in Dubai.
#justsaying #sixdegrees #etc
There is nothing like a few football matches to knock politics, ugly war and foul corruptions down the twitter trending list.
Town won then
I dreamed last night that loads of YouTube videos appeared with dead people passing on messages to their loved ones from heaven. Sadly my dog awoke me to tell me he badly needed a wee so I don't know how it ends. There's a film script in there somewhere.
The rat saga is finally over. Sadly, it did not end well. RIP.
The 'makes 43 litres' tub of Bisto has to go down as one of my more esoteric lockdown purchases. My 1980s repro gravy tin is becoming an antique in its own right.
I thought it was more a fashion students design for a new prisoners uniform outfit
If it stays fine plan to get some first early Maris Bard tates in the ground tomorrow.Just gotta check the soil temp first.
Irene says good night. Your lads were well at it today.
Long may you continue it. Good luck today
I was musing about the Gasheads this morning and remembered I wrote a piece about Bristol Rovers for CA in 2004 which has some entertaining history stuff. Please can someone going tomorrow let me know if they still sing Goodnight Irene.
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#GTFC
Good old Stan, bless him
I suggest that he uses Bob Mortimer as his lawyer. Worked for Jarvis.
In my CA diary today: a journey through wind and rain - Town's strength in numbers will lead them to the playoffs
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#GTFC
Who is that woman sitting on you?
The vinyl lp of The Colour of Spring by Talk Talk
'Come gentle spring, come at winter's end.'
Released 40 years ago today.
Utterly stupendous Simon Armitage pome about our beloved Grimsby folk
