A rebel without a clue.

For some reason I wrote nothing this morning! Perhaps I was just far too busy to write trivial gibberish? It's raining nicely and Ruby is exhausted. Lola, her and I walked to Rudgate on the Boston Tadcaster road, into Boston Spa and then caught the number 7 to The Spinney up Spofforth Hill. We did around 12 miles with a little detour into the MOD munitions ruin on the edge of Thorp Arch Trading Estate. This rain is good... And tomorrow will be a lesser day? I washed my clothes and had a bath. The allotment calls tomorrow... ...good morning. Slept satisfactory last night and Ruby didn't budge from her chosen spot on the sofa last night. Around 11:30 I came to check on her because I was fairly surprised she didn't come up to mummy's bed. Must've been fairly shattered from Thursday's long one. The rainy evening continues into a spotty morning. The plants I watered didn't need it... But you never can tell at the moment? The weather seems to pass us by. Actually ...

Slightly better night's sleep in 14 Chestnut Avenue, the curtains are too light and the room is south-ish facing so sleeping beyond 5 is not possible with sunlight pouring in? Ruby joined me for a little fun and cuddle, came downstairs, did a toilet visit, sat next to me a while and, when I went out to water all the many pots and hanging baskets, shifted back up the wooden hill to mummy's bed. Now I am making a cheese topped, baked brushetta type thing with some of Sundays bacon and broad bean casserole (it's pretty dry), Fontana cheese and using the left over bread. Monday was a meat free day. From 11:30 to 1:30 I was on the allotment putting down covers on two areas to get them ready for later in the year: autumn growing. And I cleaned up around the tomatoes and French beans. Uncovering the corn next to the gate and using the net on the raspberries which are showing... Cropped all the broad beans and have been eating them with every meal; Jason came up to the ...

A string of intense dreams kept me in sleep much longer. At 6:35 the noise of traffic drifts up from the heavy A1 to distract from the solace. It rained during the night, lightly yet persistent, and I believe it causes a sound inversion. Ruby barked at around 11:30 to go out for a toilet break, then she went to mummy's bed and she's been quiet there since, just boiling her a couple of eggs. Lola was a little lethargic yesterday (and her collar broke as we set off) so I didn't go as far as I'd hoped. There still is no water anywhere: no puddles and it's a fair walk from 14  Chestnut Avenue to Crimple Beck near to Gospel Hill. Lola has a slight health concern: she's got what looks like a hernia around her backside. At first I thought she'd been bitten or had a bit of loose skin, she's passed 7 and has a few blemishes. A little bit of inner tissue looks to have broken through her outer layer. I touched it once and I could see she was in pain. At first I was...

Light filtering through the curtains at around 4 and for the second morning I was struggling back into Lalaland. Tonight I must put back my bed time with an hour's book reading. I've brought a copy of Don Quixote to try the second part of that tome. But it's a more modern translation than the previous one I'd read so I started at the beginning again. Ruby has just returned to mummy's bed. She's no bother at all. Just now she came outside for a visit and we had a little moment together before she returns there for a couple more hours. On Saturday I cropped all the broad beans I had had growing since Autumn and spent yesterday blanching and podding their secondary shells for the stew I conjured last night. Part of me wants to take Ruby and Lola out this morning on the bus, but I would prefer to do that when Lola stays here at Chestnut Avenue. Collecting her from mother's adds another 30 minutes to Ruby's walk... *** Is it a good ide...

More blue sky. Off to the allotment prior to going up to Chestnut Avenue to dog/house sit until a week Sunday as Mo and Tony go on the COVID delayed cruise. Yesterday I had to call the DWP as I think they had got my CA payment wrong - I am not entitled to it. I am entitled to the Carer's Premium (£38.85pw) as my underlying entitlement has increased with my mother's health issues - she had a hand operation on Wednesday and hasn't left the house since. She's nearly 80. The contact centre have passed on the information to correct the CA issue and it should be resolved in 2 weeks... They will owe me back to 18th February minus the CA payments I've had erroneously. Another window of opportunity has opened. After I've dog sat  Ruby up until the twelfth of July I am free until Emma and Finley go to Ibiza on the 23rd. So I am going somewhere... From the 23rd until the 3rd of September I'll be in and around Wetherby. In some ways I am a little worried about being in ...

Groundhog Day. Dry retching from strong coffee. In Pret at the Train Station I decide not to take another coffee: I usually take a strong espresso. A ginger shot and a breakfast baguette: avocado and egg. A different approach to the same 24hrs. Usually I have a pain aux raisin and double espresso. Otherwise this day feels exactly the same as Saturday or Wednesday did. Some random guy asked if I was heading to the cricket... Must be my attire. It's how I dress - there is nothing fancy about a pair of sandals, a pair of shorts, a short sleeved shirt (guayabera) or a floppy hat: it is summer! If Australia were here I may be tempted to sit and watch that the Test Match all day.. but not against New Zealand. The rivalry isn't there and I have no connection to New Zealand at all. It is a real shame that it's so far away and that we never went there as a family, or I as a unit, when we could've done in the late 1980s. ***   And I am the first person onto the bus. On Wednesday ...

The 'working' week is nearly over: a whole 7 days since I got back to LBA and Leeds and I have very little to say to myself or anyone. I am uptight once more. Back to yo-yoing between Wetherby and Leeds which is an activity I would prefer not to be involved in... But it's a necessary evil? Luckily from Friday it stops for a while as I head back to Wetherby to dog sit Ruby on Chestnut Avenue for ten days after one more night with Mother at 42. Climbed off the bus at Oakwood Clock and there is a tedious man, but inside it's too warm. He's one dimensional. Not his fault: yesterday was one of them days. A bit depressive regardless of the weather and the good works I performed. Lola got an early hour and a half around 8, beating the heat. Walking up the right side of Deighton Road to Aire Road, onto the footpath which leads to Ashdale Lane and Kirk Deighton, up to the very top of Ashdale Lane where it reaches the bridge over the Old Railway and then back to mother's ...