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Managed to get into the garden yesterday. The grass hasn't been cut this year and, while it looked particularly green and an excellent place for the local cats to conceal themselves, there are limits!
I ignored the self-imposed stricture of No Mow May* and gave the few square metres of grass a trim and a good edging. After a quick tidy, I did a couple of times in the back garden, but found I was losing steam and getting out of breath, so it was a good thing the Cub arrived for lunch early**.
A Couple of hours later though, while the curve was doing a loud DJ Concert I dozed off repeatedly; eventually I gave up and went to bed for an hour. This helped, but I was ready to sleep EARLY. To recover from an hour or two of pretty light gardening, for crying out loud!
Well, it's a start😁👍





*It's a Thing, but Just Leave It June, which I came up with a year or two back, only works if you take an edge trimmer around the place

**School closed for the day as the staff wished to attend a colleague's funeral

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Dream fragment.
Saturday, with it's lie-in potential, is good for dreams.
(I must not forget that I need to be up and moving quickly this morning so I can go and buy sherry and ice cream)

As usual, I'm rushing to get on a plane.
Somewhere like Sudan, I've been in the place three or four days but I'm now tall I'm bouncing back the UK. Trying to clear my desk and so on and to take back with me but I know I'm coming back soon. After finding the project manager, Andy, who sits down on a curb with me to talk and then falls backward, banging his head on the concrete embankment, I find that while I'm on a plane out of here in a couple of hours I'm back again the night after - Saturday evening. I ask if I can't fly back Sunday evening and he tells me that there's a 5 a.m flight on Sunday morning.
I arrive home in a place that has an echo of the house I grew up in, although my sister's bedroom appears to have become a shower. Unfortunately the house also contains my evil ex addressed and characteristically in an outfit that looked more like Alice in Wonderland.
Again to rush to the office to pick up my ticket back to wherever it was.

Then there was a fragment while I was writing this down.
A tiny front garden. Very Victorian terrace. Suddenly a diagonal shadow turns into a woman in plain Victorian or early Edwardian clothes; she is sprawled across the garden diagon Lee, that's the only way she'll fit, and her feet are trapped by a discarded toilet bowl.
Go figure.