Today, as you may well know unless you have just woken up from a long coma, is called Friday. If you have just woken up from a coma the first question you ask might well be what day is it but just as valid would be an enquiry as to who won the league or how did the silver jubilee go? I generally consider Fridays to be a day of rest although it is not officially so. Certainly Friday afternoons were always deemed to be a work free zone. In my mind.
Today is not such a day. I have to reattach two clips to the side of the worksurface in the utility room so that brooms and other useful items of household equipment might be kept upright in a tidy fashion. I don’t know how much of a job this is. It might be a five seconder or it might involve drilling, screwing and attaching that requires a risk assessment, careful planning and, in due course/fullness of time, timely execution. My bet is the former but you have to have contingency plans in place in case it is the latter. There is no contingency plan. I’m just living life on the edge. Caution to the wind. Sometimes you have to free yourself from the shackles of a restrictive society and inject a little danger into your life. Excitement. Thrills.
Yesterday, Thursday, the fox transited through the garden on three occasions. 12:16. 12:21 and 16:03. Visits like this don’t get recorded by the lake cam because the camera doesn’t wake up quickly enough when movement is detected. I do have CCTV as backup footage but it isn’t as near to the action as the lake cam. The visits have been recorded on my “Fox Visits” spreadsheet which is how I was able to remember the exact times.