New Ideas

I woke in the early hours and thought of a better configuration for my new path, involving more bricks than I thought I had. I couldn't wait to get out this morning to try it out and see what I could find to make it work. First I took the hound for what has become a twice-daily trip to Pound Farm. The weather forecast was for gales, and already the wind was up and there was moisture in the air and on the windows. We took off straight after breakfast, the great unwashed, but the minute I got back we were in the garden. The new plan is for a wider path, and by moving things around I managed to nearly find enough bricks. Two are missing at the moment but I know where they are, and though the ones I unearthed are mucky and green they'll clean up. As soon as the weather improves that'll be my next job. A sack of fine sand should bed the bricks in well. I'm delighted because the alternative was new stone slabs, and I don't think they'd have blended in as well.

Ruth came for lunch, and we spent the afternoon watching The French Connection which I had never seen and she had watched when it first came out and completely forgotten. What was all the fuss about? Why does it have cult status? For some reason we found it very funny, but neither of us realised that it was based on real events, a massive operation to catch drug dealers which ended in failure and the loss of an awful lot of lives. Really, as the Queen would say. When she'd gone, Ruth not the Queen, I turned on the radio to catch the beginning of Handel's Saul, not the Glyndebourne production which I saw last December but still with Iestyn Davies as David. Heaven. Eat your heart out Gene Hackman.