Since I don’t really use the front door I’d not noticed that another pair of Swallows had established a home. And bolshy little bastards they are too. They divebombed me when I went out that way.
Of course my favorites are the pair you see on the mast. Whom this morning at more or less that position on the clothes line went at the dance with no pants. Which lets be frank, it’s good that something is gettin’some round these parts.
I’ve just spent the last hour with a nail running it through every hole on the fly-swatters. I couldn’t figure out why my wrist wasn’t getting the strike this year. When this evening I had it in my hand and the sun caught it just so. Then I could see it had virtually no holes where the hole should be, causing it to act like a wing not a net. There was attempts to make them, but they didn’t complete. Anyhoes. Now I’m back with my killer backhand swiping them out of thin air.
The split on the Referendum on Europe was 60/40 in favour of the Treaty. Which to my mind will mean a latter-day version of the Corn Laws. Where instead of the upper-class English we’ll have unelected civil servants drawing huge salaries and golden pensions at 60% of final salary, for life. This here at home and in Brussels also. Ah well, if things go as I think it won’t matter one damn, for in the two years left to Merkel she’ll have destroyed what Adenauer envisioned 60 years ago.