I can’t see any blue tits coming in and out of the bird box either but the dog is still barking at baby blue tit twittering. Perhaps she has Tinnitus! I decided I needed a glass of wine... This is even more Bizarre, I was sure I posted this comment on the Gardening blog.
Anyway RT has just shown a news item that Curiosity has found something on Mars. It has either got Mars Lice, which technically ought to be called Mice... or it has a now three squashed Rosemary Beetles, or it has found those worms I was thinking of starting off in a new wormery.
Nope I think it might be water. God said he was going to make it rain in some very dry places. This might be one of those think big moments where the North Of Africa getting rain in a 45 degree heatwave seems implausible. I think Saudi Arabia did too. Definately 10 on the Bizarre scale. So perhaps God is re-terraforming Mars so we can ship off anyone who wants to play war games over there instead of fucking up everyone’s peaceful lives round here.
Speedy G steadfastly doesn’t like that square Kilner Jar. I was waiting ages for some interesting froth. In the end I decided the jar was the problem, so just made the dough with the starter on standby. It is wonderful stuff. The Spelt went silky in moments, and it looks as though it’s doubling in size within five minutes. I decided to make these flatbreads with garlic inside. I am using my Pioneer oven tonight as the weather has turned cold and the dogs bedding needs drying.
For a modern home I manage to do some pretty rustic things about the place. I ceremonially burned the Star Anise I was using while cleaning those carpets. The two that moaned about the weather are pretty stinky. They will need another wash tomorrow. I am impressed Iraq are going to do a manual recount of their last election. I wouldn’t trust electronic voting either.
The Syrian Kurdish Peoples Lot seems to be seriously considering talks with the Syrian Government. I think little places like us are very useful. We are definately Jersey. Yet we are very patriotic. We are the Royalists, the Gurnesy Lot are Roundheads. We still haven’t got over the English Civil War!