Well I was a bit bored, so I took the lyrics from Strawberry Fields Forever, plonked them into the Google translator,
Translated to German, from german to french, then back again from french to English.
Ha I like it
Let me take you down
cause I’m going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
You a cause I go do not reduce myself
To the strawberry collects
Anything am true
and nothing to receive approximately hung
The strawberry always collects
I was just going out to lock the shed door the other night, when I saw this couple in the sky. I took several pics but was unable to get the focus quite right, or for that matter hold my hand still enough, hence the rather fuzzy and shakey look.
It’s definitely the moon and I think it is likely to have been Venus, as it was so bright and early evening looking west. The fading sunset can just be seen.
We have almost finished changing out garden landscape, the tiddly pond is in and various water plants added. There’s a small area for bog/marsh plants, and thy have taken well to all the moving about. There’s a bit more levelling to be done and new turf to be laid, but that will have to wait for a week or two while we gather strength and momentum, both of which have lagged in the past few days.
This is a picture of our ole dog, Rags. (note the box of swan vesta matches by his feet, it gives some indication of his size)
I think he was a bit special, very good natured, but very energetic and full of beans. His best friend was our ginger moggy, Hamlet.
His father was a big black Standard Poodle, his mother was a Labrador-whippet cross.
So I guess he was a whippa-labradoodle. He was given to us because no-one wanted him, this was 1987, no doubt today he would be considered a ‘designer dog’, and very much sought after.
The labradoodle association does not encourage the ‘designer dog’ tag, but nevertheless they are very expensive pups.
Sadly, though, Rags had some weird neurological condition which used to leave him paralysed for anything upto an hour after any period of excitment, which because of his nature was quite often. He was in obvious distress during these periods and despite medication these could not be controlled. We had to take the painful decision to have him put to sleep.
I wonder whether He’ll have that on his gravestone…
Kurt Vonnegut has died aged 84.
And some more from the BeeB
Here’s the ole man Magpie…. He’s been making such a fuss the last few days. A different call to the usual Cawing sound, and has been displaying for his mate. I don’t think she’s been that interested, giving him the cold shoulder treatment.
The blackbirds have, i think, moved on to another nest, they seem to have several on the go.
We have been digging a pond, or rather Fliss and Chris have been digging a pond, I tried but ended up so breathless I had to stop after a few shovels, now I think I’ve had an elephant sleeping on my neck.. so frustrating, but never mind plenty of other things to do.
Repotted some of the cacti, and divided the calamus (ready for the pond margins), and sown lots of different seed into trays, just hope there are no snap frosts in the next few days/weeks. Could do with a cold frame, or maybe some cloches.
I woke up this morning, put the radio on to catch the last 10 minutes of qualifying for tomorrows race in Malaysia. It’s great to be back in hte racing season.
There must be some race weekends coming up at Castle Combe, I hope we will be able to get to a few, especially with weather like todays.
Another good reason to go to Castle Combe is to further my family history research, quite a few generations of Leonards lived there or in neighbouring villages, so it wouldmake a great weekend away from the city.
Tom and friends went to the millenium stadium yesterday for the Johnsons Paint Trophy Final….
Bristol Rovers Vs Doncaster Rovers
sob – we lost … 3-2 in extra time
Irene, goodnight, Irene, goodnightGoodnight, Irene, goodnight, IreneI’ll see you in my dreams