Pungency

After listening to rain drumming a merciless and insistent rhythm on the bedroom window during the early hours this morning, I took the opportunity when it seemed to lessen to make a dash for the gym.
It was a miserable journey on rain soaked tarmac and then across the path on the Meadows through a guard of honour of hundreds of seagulls sheltering from the rain under the trees.

An hour later and there were definite clouds in the sky, rather than a uniform blanket of thick grey cloud, and the rain was off. There was hope for a drier day.

Later, his Lordship suggested coffee and cake at the land of flowers, and who was I to demur. It was busier than usual and we were enjoying people watching until, in an unguarded and incautious moment, he looked at me and remarked that I looked like Humpty Dumpty. You can say this about my husband, he doesn't miss and hit the wall does he?
That killed the enjoyment somewhat and having seen the effect of his remark, he started back pedalling. Too late! There will be retribution, mark my words!

Back at the castle as I blip, we have the soon-to-be new owners with their architects in tow having a look at what they have just bought. I'm sure it's a scary moment for them and they are looking a shade whiter than when they came in.

Meanwhile his Lordship is on the floor doing press ups, having read that Bruce Forsyth, who is considerably older than him, does about 20 a day.
How competitive is it possible to be given that His Lordship is married to Humpty Dumpty, while Bruce is married to an erstwhile Miss World who is still drop dead gorgeous?

I found this garlic bulb in the recesses of the fridge and since it's clearly passed its sell by date, and hating waste, I've blipped it before binning it. Any similarity to his Lordship is completely unintentional!