A rebel without a clue.

The highlight of today may be the chance of being stung by a wasp or the  wind ripping up the parasols... But then Paul and Claire (and new pupster Rolo) walk passed. They've not been around in ages: 5 weeks in France recently. Visit to the Opticians: Specsavers and I've a form of cataract which can be caused by a trauma (and I have had a few in the preceding two years). It's effecting my quality of life! What quality. I must go to the allotment tomorrow. *** Archie slept downstairs at first, then resettled at the bottom of the bed. Three youths hung outside on the street for a good hour: it was a stuffy night on the top floor so closing the window and having to sleep on top of the duvet for the majority of the night meant another disturbed night's rest. When Archie started his nighttime ball licking I told him to stop. With a yawn he did so and we slept pretty well for a few more hours. But it's not enough. The Mews had a quiz night thing on and it was loud and ted...

At which point am I going to throw off this dull account of the days? There is little use in the repetition? But it goes with Wetherby as there is little 'a matter' to it: with me... perhaps I am bland? No. I am not! This morning Lola, Archie and I did adventure. They had a whale of a time and both flaked out before I began making lunch: Basmati rice flavoured with onions and garlic from the allotment, nigella seeds, Turmeric and one low salt bullion cube. The short Perec piece I bought in Rouen has almost run out of oxygen as I keep going over the preceding pages of  A Man Asleep  without being aware and I have already read that 'chapter' but I will persevere... ... Second beer in a few hours. It's all there is to it. Maybe a critique of every beer is in order? However that also feels banal. It's a hazy session beer by Beavertown. Two halves is enough! Thankfully the Mews opens on Wednesday and the allotment is an option after the morning walks with Lola and Ar...

Seems strange to be on the X99, heading back to the flat, during this enforced stay with Archie on North Street. Lola's at my sister's this evening and can go without two walks in a day when it's a bit warm: which it is this afternoon, and I took Archie for his second walk when I saw it was a little overcast. Tony, Wetherby's homeless man, spends a great deal of time drinking cans of Stella Artois, etc, in Sandringham Park. This afternoon I asked him if he was there this morning as I keep seeing him and I now see him everywhere: before I saw him nowhere and thought perhaps he'd 'woken up'? Wetherby is a closed circuit for many individuals and it's getting it's claws into me too. 5 whole weeks smoothered by it... But I feel I am managing so far? And in 5 weeks... A little escape? Went to the allotment from 11 after I'd been out with Archie and then Lola(to give her a little one2one attention) and brought back potatoes, French beans, onions, courge...

the end of a long day.

Slightly one too many Delirium Tremens late afternoon and early evening. Back to Emma's with a lightly battered special and mushy peas. To pick up Archie prior to 7am and then meander with him, allowing him to have a long sniff of Sandringham Park, then collect a disgruntled Lola who is finding Archie attention to her rear end a bit intense. She was quite happy with him prior to this. Actually she hid under the dining table to keep away from his amorous inclinations. Last night met up with Andy(allotment Andy) and Co and have decided Ian is not my sort of person: like my mum he dislikes anything which might effect his conceit and he's Conservative with a capital tosspot. On the way to the Mews there was an advert for something on in the afternoon at the Methodist church on Bank Street - something about Country Houses. And I almost went there just to try something different in Wetherby. Mother mentioned something about 'u3a' - University of the 3rd Age. Apart from going ...

So far so sober. Visited Archie's owners yesterday morning. David's parents are currently with the family prior to their visit to Bulgaria for the the summer. Discussed a few issues, but Archie is such a loving simple pup! He kept trying to eat his breakfast while between bouts of excited wrestling and helloing with me. Eventually he settled down to finish his bowl of duck kibble(it's all ever has due to a dodgy stomach) then came to me to be whispered to. A thing Snoops(deceased), Lola. Ruby and he all loved, love or are loving. Lola took me for a walk in the morning: around the town. At first I was taking her towards Deighton Bar, but then she decided she wanted to go up Ashfield, so I acquiesced (as I allow her to take me for a walk once a week). Then she took me across Law Close, up Audby Lane, across to Hallfield Lane, through the ginnel opposite Saint James's Primary on to Montagu Road, behind the Bob Shop into the Cemetery, then around it to Burrell Close, Third ...

Both is true and yet neither are. It's all a huge opinion. What is truth? It's impossible for us to know. I am listening to podcast about phages/antibiotic and which is the best/useful. Yesterday mother rushed to Harrogate Hospital for an issue with her other eye, not the one with macular degeneration, it's a constant reminder that she's almost 80. Luckily the Eye  Clinic could find no problem after tests... The problem began around the time of the heatwave... My guess is it's a result of dehydration, overheating, etc. She's not someone who drinks water. It reminds me of my father. Until the very end of his life head never drunk mineral water, as he only ever drank very sweet string tea(sweetened with concentrated milk), beer or brandy. While he was declining at Harrogate Hospital, in his final month, he was blown away by Volvic water... Imagine never drinking water regularly, because you were born before running water was a ubiquity. Yesterday Lola and I had a ...