#water butt

[thebuttcollective]

Nothing is sexier than when your wife walks around naked outdoors!!

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio tickers through Tuesday, tussles with an overly sellotaped box full of tasties, and toots his horn to celebrate a certain Wuthering Heights lady. Weatherwise it's time to haul out the deckchairs ... sunshine two days in a row! The traffic lady ruminates on the roads before happily re-mentioning the damaged Gull from the weekend's sport. Apparently the bird fell broken winged onto the pitch ... was whisked away ... and is now happily recuperating at a local wildlife sanctuary.

Today's groaner: The head cook was also a proud linguist. He boasted to his team that he'd finally figured out that champagne and sugar are the only words that sound like 'sh' without starting with 'sh'. One of his assistants hesitated for a moment before saying ........ "Chef ... are you sure?" ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Reflecting on yesterday's shiny metropolis trip. Little Dude had his stitches out and is tentatively using his now 'bionic' leg ... he'll be really smiling once the 'blue doughnut' is no longer on his neck. Captain Blackbeard had his 'tonic' and is happily back to his retirement hobby of watching the mice as they raid his biscuits. I'm gradually getting coffee saturated and contemplating today's blueberry and apple cake.

It's a sunny Tuesday in Tuesdayville ... who'd a thought it? ...

[redrcs]

Abstract Rainforest (on my travels)

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio says it's Monday morning, throws on a couple of tracks before giving us both the happy and unhappy headlines. Weatherwise I've no idea ... currently not raining but keep 'the umbrella' and water wings close. The traffic lady is imminent ... in fact, here she is and apparently there's lots of cars on the road ... who knew?

Today's groaner: a little girl is having a tea party with her teddy bear and asks him "Would you like anything to eat Mr Bear?" ... "No thank you" says Mr Bear "I'm stuffed" ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Up too early to make sense and merely peering at the day ... especially as my one and only marble is in his hammock and refusing to say much of anything other than "more coffee and toast if you please ... and shut the cranial door on your way out."

Little Dude gets his stitches out today and Captain Blackbeard will also sing his way to and from the vets as he requires his usual 'tonic' to keep things ticking over. Ah the shiny metropolis, your call is strong ... never too long before I'm back in your befuddlement inducing embrace.

Time for more coffee ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The Sunday man on the radio is not the usual man on the radio. How will we know ourselves? So far Cat Stevens is chasing moon shadows, Frank Sinatra has some advice on love and marriage and Bing Crosby and Louis Armstrong have gone fishing. Weatherwise there's damp, followed by more damp, aaaand 'blink' that was the sunshine.

Today's groaner: I went running with my Bible ... Now my Psalms are all sweaty ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

The plants that were standing so proudly all round the water butt succumbed to the current heavy rain and winds and are all now taking a swim. The snails are delighted ... makes a tasty chompy change from the usual dead debris dinners.

One day I'll get up, go look at the water butt and there'll be a whole host of mini snail boats tacking back and forth ... a restaurant will have sprung up ... and there'll be tiny little billboards advertising the butt as 'the' go to place for all gastropods. (Shakes head and smiles) ... thankfully they're not as crazy as us hoomans ... (tilts head) ... but you never know.

Time for more coffee and the usual this, that and the other. Then later, as there's nothing on the TV but sport (which I hate), I'll be digging through my DVDs. It'll be as much a surprise to me as anyone else what I end up watching ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is not the usual man on the radio. Today's man on the radio is the man who likes pushing random buttons ... whilst the usual man on the radio is at Bord Bia Bloom festival to look at and talk about all things gardening. The traffic lady came and went twice, both times out of earshot ... I assume she talked of all things traffic.

Today's weather is dismal ... this hooman is startled at being upright .... need to keep the coffee coming. Captain Blackbeard is headed for the vet today for his usual injections to add a little pep to his step. 12 years old and still plays like a kitten.

Today's groaner: why did Adele cross the road? To say hello from the other side. Badoom tish ... here all week!

Reflections on the water ... the view from the cat bridge ... the littlest of oceans, the largest of drinking bowls ... Signor Floyd always preferred his morning aperitif from here ... I wonder if the watery wildlife will miss his dipping into their world ...

[weepingfoxfury]

A hint of sunshine and the man on the radio is talking about cooking ... he finishes talking about pork and lets Mark Knopfler sing of Basil ... Floyd has been for breakfast and gone for a day's sleep somewhere ... paperwork and phone calls are on today's to do list ... last night I dreamt of boats and planes and a dreamland island that I often pass by ... now for traffic and travel as apparently 'nothing moves us like Citroën' ... if no Citroën, try prunes and coffee ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Only leaves on the cat bridge, Signor Floyd has had breakfast and gone ... not a leaf disturbed, small feet picking deftly between them ... the man on the radio plays a classical violin piece, says it reminds him of Norman Rockwell ... another Tuesday in Tuesdayville, a to do list in front of me and fun things to do edging in ... just need to find the car keys ...