Cannellini

I podded this lot this aft. In the cool of the kitchen as it blazed up to 34c. Good to see the England women win earlier. The day kind of drifted away: I rose to rotavate as the sun slunk westwards.

Darkness fell and the crickets set to. As if there is a huge band of first orchestra crickets and then a mass of seconds and a diaspora of thirds saying,

‘Well. If you canny give me the sheet music we’re fecked if we’re following the trombones.’

And then open air disco three clicks distant banging away irrespective of orchestral intermezzos.

A shout out to Neil.