When I do get up again I make myself a wholesome English breakfast.
I asked Buddha if he wanted any but he didn’t open his mouth.
i ponder if it is him who is looking after the plants when I’m not looking?
Erm nice, but that makes me think.
I should do something useful and pain the gate.
So that's what I do, black to match the front fence.
And then I think about painting the bricks. So I paint them with the metal paint too.
Which I know is wrong but do it anyway. And yes I think it does look better!
And with that I put my feet up once more. and have a cup of tea. Enjoy admiring the mushrooms.
The toad stools and
the Buddha is protecting.
yeah truly nice.
Then I look at that one apple the apple tree has produce and think of the bible.
I pick that one apple and consider what it may taste like.
Then I bite that one apple,
And with that it starts to rain!
I cutdown my sunflowers, I harvest the heads and put them in the garage.
I head over to my parents, to fix the handbrake on my Skoda. So off with the rear wheel, mess around with the adjuster and back on. Pull the lever and yes it moves as it should once more. If this doesn’t fix it this time though, it needs a new calliper.
I give the car a wash with the world best smelling and cleaning solution know to me and then
play in the suds.
Wow, she gleams once more!