The meteorological office, who I pay, informs me that it should reach thirty seven degrees in Lincoln today. That is too hot to do much. I do have a job to do, which is to affix some brackets to secure the table top to the base in the garden. These I purchased yesterday from B&Q. They turned out to be larger than I had expected in my mind but they will do, just. It’s about the slotted hole and whether the washers I have will cover it, which they just about do. On the plus side they will be easier to screw in. I’ll check once more. I can always take them back and swap for a slightly smaller bracket if need be.
The raised beds near the kitchen window are flourishing. THG has her first courgette coming through and it won’t be long before we are feasting on broad beans and runner beans. Tomatoes are also emerging.
Received some bad news from @Rhys yesterday whilst playing golf. Tafarn y Glôb has “temporarily closed”. They are hoping to reopen once “matters are resolved” whatever that means I was there a few years ago with @Saad Petrous after an Engineering Lecture and Dinner and it was empty then. Students just don’t drink as much as they used to. When I was there if you weren’t in the pub by 7pm you couldn’t get a seat.
Y Glôb was the venue of the pool match I played against Gwyn Bere. Gwyn taught at Friars and I had just finished my degree, was unemployed and wasn’t exactly flush with funds. The bet was first to twenty wins, loser buys the winner dinner. The match happened over several days and I lost the first eight frames in a row which was a slight cause for concern, remembering I was skint. I scraped back and at nineteen all we were poised for an epic last frame. Epic it turned out to be with both of us missing easy shots due to nerves. In the end I triumphed and a group of us set off down town to the Italians for pasta and cheap red plonk.
The Italians was still there a decade or so ago when I passed by. Looking at the menu it was very cheap plonk but hey, we were young, carefree and inexperienced in the ways of the grape. The normal tipple in those days was Bulls Blood, or Liebfraumilch if you were a white drinker. Memories… A long time ago now. Many bottles of wine have since flowed under the bridge.
Today is a Friday. I have a meeting at ten am. I did get a phone call as I was entering B&Q yesterday asking if I was jumping on the call and had I seen the calendar invite. It was a no on both accounts so we are having the call this morning.
After that Joe and I will head out to buy some protein to stick on the bbq later. He has invited a bunch of his pals over. We will already have a full house for the cricket so a good evening is anticipated. It’s why I need to get the table top screwed down if I can.
No fox news to report but a hedgehog was sighted overnight. Ciao for now.
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Went to Screwfix at around 7.30am to buy some wider washers. They didn’t have the right washers in but Toolstation next door did. However they had just been delivered, 80 packs of em, but they were “somewhere” in a big box of other delivered stuff. The guy took my number and said he would call me in about half an hour or so, which is about now.
Home for a bacon roll and a bowl of strawberries with a peach and now sitting in the conservatoire watching the garden being rainwatered and waiting for the call. If he doesn’t ring by half past I’ll nip back.
Feeling my face I realise I’ve missed a few bits whilst shaving. Need to swap razor blades but nothing is designed to make you feel like an old geezer like missing bits shaving. Problem really is that I shave in the shower without a mirror so totes relying on feel and this doesn’t always work in the shower.