I get up and feel good enough to mow the lawn.
And thus do so. The grass looks so good I wonder why?
I erect the garden arch number two and position it. and then think.
And then reposition it. Now that's better.
I wander around the plants
Enjoying their lasting beauty.
Some little twinkles of delight.
Ah I love my garden.
It is all slowly maturing.
And then some things are just a flop.
I rearrange the seating and the kennel.
And look down once more.
What isn’t lush grass is lush clover.
And it feels nice under foot once more following all the rain we have had.
The pumpkin plant is trying but way too late.
Another flower we do have though.
And some more pink delights.
So pink so delightfully delicate.
The other pumpkin and hydro ranger.
And the tiger rose still giving bloom.
The nasturtium is still growing upwards.
The herb garden is full of herb
But that grass looks so nice.
Yeah like a comfy bed.
There’s a time when though you must make the most of the day and
get on with some work.
The grinder and sledge hammer come out to get the last large and what was hidden bits of concreate removed. One bugger of a peice up this corner.
One in the center and then a little more wall foundation came out.
And so the edging strips go in position for trying out.
The pathway is marked out.
And generally I get a bit wet.
This moves, that moves.
And with the front made ready
I need to make some concrete. But that is for another day.
I start digging the path way concrete trench.
And that is where I get to. No doubt this is where I will get to for this weekend.
Rog and my brother turn up but no Andy. I call him but he’s decided not to come. And so with that we head to the theatre.
For that is where the beer festival is taking place. And while it is the 5th one here this is my first time.
Having sat together all night you would think we would have nothing else to say.
However none of us know what we talked about last night anyway.
and so the beer tasting begins.
A flick through the book.
I flick through the book and decide to start with a local beer from Dunbartonshire No 37
Next is number 57 Coscoroba
And nice it is too.
Then I go half way between the two and have 47 – Croft.
Whilst these pair are thinking of something else to drink.
I have number 27 yuk and then number 17 Summer Telse.
It is cloudy but then
its not cider, after all I don’t want to get shit faced.
And thus have a plate of nachos with jalapeno peppers to soak up some of the alcohol.
And while we are having all the sevens, I might as well finish them off with number 7 Beowulf.
Which turns out to be nice too.
This leaves me with a dilemma.
What to have next. And so I have a 14.
The entertainment has started, and by that I don't mean any of us are throwing up yet....The band come on and start playing some tunes. Which is lucky, otherwise they would be standing there doing nothing but looking good.
From 14 to 21 Ropetrick IPA.
21 to 28,
and 28 to 35 Rkid slightly hazy
Which can only mean that for the next on it is
42 true grit.
These pair move from cider to gin.
God help them
Mean while Rog has started to smile. Worryingly.
We need more beer tokens, we get more beer tokens.
And then I’m caught out. Its an IPA but it doesn’t look it or tast it. Have I been given the wrong drink?
Hell no its a black IPA, it states it right there. But it tastes like stout? Not my cup of tea, as I’d have milk in it and then it would be white.
And thus we move on to Great Dan number 56.
Just for a moment I admire Rog’s watch.
And this is it, this is the last one, I’ve made to, to the last one. number 6363 pack horse. If you get it, I got it, we got it. Together we get it
I think I may have heard of this one, as they play..
I sing myself to sleep a song from the darkest hour, Secrets I can't keep, in sight of the day swing from high to deep extremes of sweet and sour Hope that God exists I hope, I pray
With it all ending I cheekily go to the bar with a quid left on the card.
They gave me a 21 for 30p
What a great night, happy daze.
Some ideas are good some ideas are bad. Yes we are in a curry house and yes Rog ordered beer so we followed suit.
Not that any of us wanted beer.
needed beer or anything else.
two curry's in a row, I’m going to regret this.
And believe it or we managed to get home. How I’m not sure. My brother doesn’t remember getting home, nor does he remember stumbling all over the drive work and knowing the stuff over. I’m going to be so hung over……………………..