Marty

I suppose it all depends on what it is you are polishing...

Cool So what are you reading? And what are you writing?

Reading? Or writing?

Tonight I had steamed potatoes, carrots, peas, beans and Swiss chard (all home grown), and sardines.

Today has been cloudy, with rain since late morning, and it's still raining with less than an hour and half to go before midnight. The rain has't been too heavy - I suppose it was what could be termed a soft day. I had a hospital appointment this afternoon. What's known as a diabetic retina scan. They've done one every year since I was diagnosed, as Type 2 diabetes, if untreated, can lead to eye damage. They've not turned up any damage so far in previous tests, but I won't get the results from this one until about two weeks time. One good thing about the dull day was that I didn't have to wait the usual three hours before I could drive home. They put drops in my eyes to make the pupils really wide, and that can make it difficult to see for a while, even with sunglasses on. The dull day meant that my eyes were able to function properly after about an hour.

I somehow suspect that, with the smoke and the ash, not to mention the pandemic, the last thing Albert really wanted to do today was to leave the house...

I wish you all the luck in the world, buddy.

This even made the news over here in Ireland.

Definitely worth the read.

Damn you, Gary! This chapter finally had me reaching for the Kleenex.

Greetings, young Albert.

G'day to you as well, dug. Currently 20°C/68°F here as well. Not as sunny as yesterday, and showers promised for the evening. The next couple of days are promised to be similar. I must see if I can lift that second row of early potatoes before the showers do come. Interesting to see you using the adjective 'soft' to describe the day, bro. That's exactly the same term used here in Ireland to describe a warm day with light showers/rain. Mind you, we would only say its a fine day if it wasn't raining at all. Happy Sunday, everyone!

Just don't give up the day job too soon...

You trimmed the floor and the ceiling? How much did you trim off each of them? I hope you can still walk upright in the room.

That's not really confined to New Zealand, though. True story follows:

Or perhaps it's the phrase "the whole sheep's arse" ....

"Dag" possibly? Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dag_(slang) Dag is originally a word meaning the dried faeces left dangling from the wool on a sheep's rear end.

It would be in Ireland. Not sure if you are fond of kale. You could still sow winter varieties of that. I actually sowed a row at the beginning of the week, and the seedlings are already through (and will probably need thinning in less than another week).

I suppose that's one of the benefits I have from living in a temperate climate... Although my first plantings of potatoes and peas would normally have been done a lot earlier, as that way I would have been able to extend the harvesting season. This year was delayed because, having only purchased the place at the end of last year, I had to first clear all the brambles, etc., and then actually prepare the ground before I could start sowing and planting.

I might have to consider growing in raised beds eventually. As much as I don't like to admit it, my body is no longer quite as supple as it used to be...

I did warn you, sweetie...

And I thought it was all Welshmen... Question: Did you hear about the Welshman who had to appear before the judge? Warning: It's a rude joke.

They didn't look like Aussiebums to me...

Definition of grazier 1: a person who grazes cattle broadly : RANCHER 2: Australia : a sheep raiser (Source: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/grazier) Apparently it derives from the Middle English grasier - from grasen: "to graze". (The word grass probably has the same root)

Hi, Page!