Garden

Evening all,

rigt now , its starting to rain, to paraphrase the famous resident of number 3 Railway cuttings... rain, water, pitter patter pitter patter ,nasty wet .

Very strange, haven't seen rain for all of nearly seventy two hours, still this two day spell of good weather will be enough for the water companies to declare a drought, whilst simultaneously hoicking water rates up and sending out small squads of people under cover of darkness to vandalize any water pipes that aren't already leaking...

Thought i would give you a photo of farmers gathering in the harvest, i couldn't be a farmer, its much too much like hard work for a layabout like myself, i much prefer to watch people doing hard work than do it myself, i think of it as a sort of public service, they work hard and i am appreciative, which makes them work harder, happy in the knowledge that they are appreciated, without me actively contributing anything useful at all...

i could go into politics with that philosophy coiuldn't i...or manage a water company if you prefer..

night all






Pearl Jam