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Last night the wind blew, a tad more than usual, and bang the last remaining wall of my concrete block shed was down. Before christmas a particulaly playful gale tore the entire roof off and blew three walls out, now the last has gone. Rose bushes and brussel plants are shouting to "put wood in hole" as an unwarranted draught wafts around the mud pit I like to call a garden as the wind now can get in from a new quarter.
My thoughts have long dwelt on a new shed, one with a warm interior, a pit for under car repairs, what about a beam to aid in the removal of engines, a secluded corner for my lathe and drill press, what about "facilities" at my time of life "just nipping outside" can be a bind when it's raining. "There's posh, got an inside bog in his shed". Perhaps a chimney for a stove, an upstairs for the storage of "come in handy bit". Dreams, just dreams and fancy.
The weather today is wet and positivly horrid.
Yesterday I managed to put up a picture, one of cats as it happens, Today may be a picture across the bay, but yesterday was cats. These are Hoy born and bred from the clan that allow me to be their servant. (Dogs have a master, cats have staff). They all sleep outside in the consevatoty in a large dog basket, and are now the only other living beings at this address. Well actualy that isn't entirely true because the other day a wee mouse made an appearance,where? there! where? under a chair....etc etc. Better than my pal Mick who has a rat that eats through the water pipes.
Global warming has meant that we no longer get Polar bears here and the penguins use artifical polystyrene blocks insted of ice bergs. Seriously it does seem a little milder in winter, we hardly get any snow and those hard frosts that I remember as a child in Kent are something that I do miss. Antifreeze is a luxury that can usually be not bothered with and root crops can stay in the ground until needed. Well thats enough of me for today, oh no, I havn't mentioned the "Hub". The local council and some developers fancy building a massive container terminal on the island. A quarry will be needed to provide hard core to extend the wharf, floodlights will light up the night sky and the sound of machinery will permiate the air all day and night. I make no secret of the fact that I am agin it and I do not fall back on arguments concerning the environment, bird life,fishing falling house prices etc,pertinant thought they may be it is purely that of nimby ism. I just don't want it, and I don't care where it goes so long as it isn't in my back yard. As you would expect the council are unable to see anything except the pound notes spinning where their eyes once were. For anyone interested have a look at the council web site. Google scapa flow and you will find it. Pip-pip the sparkie