Marty

Personally, I'd be cautious in pointing the finger at anyone. Particularly a quarantine security guard or a Uber driver, both of whom would probably be classed as essential workers. The real enemy is the virus itself.

Sorry to hear that, B. Hopefully the cases have been detected in time to prevent a large outbreak. Stay safe.

Well, it's now 12:30 am (might even be past it by the time I finish composing this), so I think I'll have my cocoa and head to bed. I'm going to leave you tonight with another offering from Ronny Drew. Partly because Albert seemed to like his Song For Ireland that I shared the other night - but also because the song came into my head when I was replying earlier tonight to a comment that someone had made last August on a poem of mine. Can't think how I managed to miss the comment at the time, but there you go. The poem was one I wrote back in the 60's, and was about a nuclear attack. Ronny's song has a similar theme. I'll put it in spoiler tags, because just a couple of scenes might be considered disturbing. So you have been warned. My poem? Here's a link to it if anyone's interested: https://gayauthors.org/story/marty/martys-poetry/3

Looks very similar to something my mam used to make when I was a kid. She just called it fruit bread.

Thanks for the kind words, @Bard Simpson, and my apologies for not saying so earlier. I don't know how I managed not to see your comment when you first posted it... I'm a fair bit older than you, so I'm not sure the threat seems greater nowadays than it did when I wrote it in 1965 (I wasn't in my twenties, by the way, but still a teenager). I'll admit that the world certainly still seems to be under as much threat now as it did then. But to my mind the current threat is climate change, and the apparent unwillingness, despite all the evidence, of the majority of individuals and countries to take any effective action to tackle it.

Hmmm..... That delicious aroma of home baked bread fresh from the oven.... Heavenly!

Hey, Gary! Interesting to hear about your Concert trip. Also glad to hear the kids are happy with the work you have done in the basement. Just don't hurt yourself moving that treadmill!

I'd reckon Minion will insist on going with clo.

I'm sorry, but I can't help on this one, @richs203. Your description rings no bells for me whatsoever.

And Albert's going to give you at least a green face for that comment. (If not a black one)

It's showing for me too! That suggests the problem must be at your end, Albert....

I had a thing for Eric Burdon back in the day.

Not sure then, Albert. Let's wait till others say whether it plays for them... (It was House Of The Rising Sun)

Greetings, Drew!

Try again, Albert....

Oh? That's odd. It's showing for me... I'll go back and edit it with another version....

Greetings, young Albert!

Sad news, indeed. Here's probably the best known hit:

That weekend was absolutely crazy! 600,000 fans descended on the Isle of Wight. Fences were torn down, the sun hardly made an appearance the whole weekend, and the stage caught fire one time. But the music freaking rocked! With the passage of time, coupled with the fact that I was under the influence of 'Mary-Joanna' for most of the weekend, I'll have to admit that my memory of it is, to say the least, just a wee bit hazy in places. But it still remains the best rock festival I ever attended. Ask me which was the best act, and I'd be hard pressed to choose one. But the act I remember most distinctly was Leonard Cohen shuffling on stage in his pyjamas, in the early hours of the Monday morning, and giving a dazzling performance of song and poetry. I possibly became one of his biggest fans as a result of that performance.

They're high up on my favourite list as well, Albert! They are particularly famous as having been the first rock band to use the flute as a lead instrument. I only ever saw them the once. At the (in)famous Isle of Wight Festival, back in 1970 Anyway, I'm off to bed now. So goodnight all I'll leave you with this track from that Isle of Wight festival:

That made me think of this Jethro Tull track from their album of the same name, released back in 1976: 🎶 No he was too old to rock and roll 🎶 🎶 And he was too young to die 🎶 🎶 No, you're never too old to rock and roll 🎶 🎶 If you're too young to die 🎶

Definitely! *Marty waits for clo to make a comment about lube...*

And (final photo of mine for the night) here's what the two sheds and the boundary wall looked like from my side as it was coming on to dusk this evening: The branches on top of the right hand shed are really all that need removing now. They're proving a bit difficult because (a) some of them are growing under the slates, and (b) the roof doesn't look as though it would take my weight should I try to climb onto it. I'm thinking I'll remove the (unmortared) concrete blocks that are blocking the doorway, and see what the roof looks like from the underside, before I go any further...

I mentioned yesterday that there's a mat, maybe a centimetre or two (half to one inch) thick of decayed leaves, etc, formed on top of the boundary wall, that the ivy has sent aerial roots into, and some of the thinner branches are embedded in... Today, I actually managed to strip about a six foot (two metre) length of it by carefully using the garden trowel to work under it and loosen it enough to roll it off the top of the wall. Here's a photo of it on the ground, which should give you some idea of just what I was talking about: You can see a few of the ivy branches embedded in it, and that I had to saw through whilst perched near the top of the ladder, before I could persuade it all to be moved off the top of the wall.

Reckon you made the right decision, bro. ❤️