I woke this morning at 0255h had a quick espresso, Though quick is relative as I make it in a stainless steel pot thingy in three pieces, water in the first then a complicated pot with the coffee in and lastly the jug that screws onto both and holds the finished infusion. I find this a bit wasteful so the other day I saved the grounds from two brews and put them in a jug in the fridge covered in water. Iced coffee on tap but it tasted a bit acidic. I did the same with fresh ones and it works a treat. I could really appreciate that hint of Chocolate, Spring Blossom with an undertone of Blue Berries and Coffee. Like hell I could. Tasted like weak coffee. About what I expected. Gnats Piss.
Here is the pot ready to provide enough coffee to have me skipping across the field and down the lane.
The bale where the fungi were was. Bare. It had a few weeds on and a bit of plastic net but they really didn’t grab my attention. No time lapse of the fungus. I’d also mislaid the dogs. I thought they would potter on in a minute or so. No sign. Little buggers have found something, gone hunting.
I popped back out to give them their come hither command but realised that I have neighbours so went to look for them. You can’t see them here but they are creeping up the tram lines in the barley. One of the Roe deer has smelt them. Deer and crows are the only thing they feel the need to hunt and when I whistle they come…….No they don’t, they ignore me completely till I shout my special command. I have a similar one for the hens at bed time. I start off saying chuck, chuck, chuck; chuck, chuck, chuck, They have got used to me now and come running when I call; then they can be guided up the ramp into their hut. I’m still doing my chuck, chuck, chucking. I really must set a camera up you would wet yourselves. The last one and it's always the same one wants to be picked up and popped to bed. She always hears my special command. It means if you don’t get here now you are stoat or fox food. She comes running then crouches down to be picked up. Funny things are hens.
Sophie brought me a Daily Telegraph yesterday. I do enjoy their cryptic crossword but was very upset by Dithery Dave suggesting that all Muslims are closet ISIS supporters. The bloke is a right hooray but he isn’t stupid. That is as daft a statement as proclaiming all conservatives and the royal family are fascist or the pope is a closet paedophile. What bad news has he got to impart this week? Can’t be hunting Muslims with dogs and I doubt he’ll seriously persecute Badgers as last time it was an expensive fiasco. I guess it will be that thee me the country have swapped millions of pounds on Thatcher death duties for her private papers. Why because someone got paid to sign it off. The Iron Lady already had money stashed away off-shore in Bermuda. Enough; let her rust in peace. But why is a convicted terrorist like her son Mark allowed back in?……..
What you have to accept is that with a debt running at 250% of GDP just after the war we managed to create the NHS, a benefit system and openly encourage immigration. Okay I agree tax was at 99’95% percent on any money only the richest didn’t need anyway. Now we have a total imbalance as earnings at the top are out of all proportion to those doing the work. I’m sad today as Thatcher started it and Blair encouraged it.
A Korean Spruce pine cone. it is very blue a bit like me.
Have a good week, I doubt it will be here. I can see the busies attacking corner shops and mosques just as they did the miners.