It Just Goes On And on And On...

Little whippy middle-aged guy gets stopped on the promenade by a TV interviewer.

Interviewer says, "What does Brexit mean to you?"

Little whippy guy says, "Doesn't mean a thing. Don't know what it is."

Wish I could say the same....

There are many reasons for wishing the Tories would go away and stop bothering us but the unending, stupid, low energy, soap opera that is Brexit (essentially a grudge match between two wings of the party) comes high on the list. It has wrapped our politics, our national life, in a smog of negativity.

Not Just Green But Also White And Yellow And Blue...

We made a decision we weren't going to mow the lawn this summer and now it's a meadow, full of cowslips and clover and feathery grasses. How, and I'm feeling quite evangelical about it, is this not preferable to something that looks like a bowling green?

As a concession to what the neighbours might think we allowed Julia to cut a few strips to serve as pathways and to make it plain that not mowing isn't laziness but a choice.