Morning and early afternoon.


Morning and early afternoon.


Morning and two from the early afternoon. Basically, unmedicated reading, close to lowest, even closer to lowest.



With, of course, the increased heart rate as the pressure drops.
First one of the year, almost ready. Yes, it is a bit small, but the plant actually fruited before I’d even got them planted out.

The apparent suspect in Ann Widdicombe’s murder would appear to have managed to drive from Rochdale to just outside Newton Abbot in four and a half hours if the timings released to the public are to be believed. That’s an average of around 60mph as far as I can see.
I accept that most of the journey could be done on motorways or dual carriageways, but Birmingham is always a nightmare to get around and south of Bristol (which itself is hardly free of hold-ups) the M5 is getting a reputation for being a car park most days. There are bound to have been roadworks along the way too, because, well, motorways.
Once it’s all over I hope they’ll explain how it was done so the rest of us can do the same. Not that I actually want to go anywhere near Rochdale. From the news it appears to be a hotbed of criminality.
Again it was far too hot to achieve much today, but I did manage to pot up a few more peppers.
Once temperatures had dropped a fair bit in the evening, I thought I’d have a poke about in Frankenstein’s Greenhouse. I’ve done nothing in there this year as the BP drugs just haven’t left me enough energy.
After removing most of the weeds that had sprung up, I discovered this. I’m as sure as I can be that it’s a Malawi Piquante that has survived over Winter from last year. I’ve given it a good water and hopefully it will produce some fruit later this year.

Got to love coleslaw made with veggies (and honey, in fact) from your own garden, though I can’t deny that the red onion isn’t ours as I’ve not lifted them yet. I’d eaten a few forkfuls before I took the photo. Doubtless my daughter will demolish a significant proportion of what’s left as I made it with Greek yoghurt rather than mayonnaise, which she doesn’t like.

I can’t deny that I was a fan of the “Lewis” television series and I very much enjoyed the interplay between Lewis and James Hathaway. Sadly Laurence Fox must have got worms in his brain or something and decided that however unpleasant a politician could be, he would be more so.
And so we end up in a situation where he feels the need to run as a candidate in the pointless Clacton by-election that Froggy Farridge has forced due to feeling that he’s not making himself look enough of a pillock already. Rightly so, the far-from-fabulous Mr. Fox is being given a serious virtual kicking on social media as a result.
My eye was however caught by the following comment on the cesspit formerly known as Twitter:

We are talking about the same group of people who voted for Farridge to be their MP in the first place, no?
When I was “out and about” this afternoon I noticed huge numbers of crows circling above the house. It was hard to get a photo as I couldn’t see them on the screen of my phone, but there were easily a hundred birds, possibly getting close to two hundred. They circled over the house, possibly riding the thermals off the hill behind us, and eventually disappeared off in a south-westerly direction.

Forecast for the next few days:

and since I grabbed that screenshot I think it’s got even hotter 🙁
I might have to emigrate to Lapland.