September 16th, 2017

Crisis Averted

Can't get the sliding door to the living room to lock. O bother. Poke about. Shut door. Work lever. Open door. Nothing obviously wrong with the lock. Fetch screwdriver. Poke some more. Carry on for abut twenty minutes. O bother, bother, bother. Don't want to have to call in locksmith, but what other option is there? Oh, hang on a moment, one option might be to remove the tail end of the curtain from between the door and the door frame...

Winging It

The bees have discovered our sunflower and three of them are tucking in. A funny little plane, one of those unserious planes that look like they're made of balsa wood, is practising circles in the sky. I wonder how it manages to stay up then retract the thought quickly in case I spook the pilot and they lose their faith in their ability to fly.

I've been re-reading an old interview with Harry Dean Stanton, who has just died aged 91. Life, he says, is "all one big phantasmagoria anyway. In the end I've really got nothing to do with it. It just happens, and there's no answer to it." Nice one, Harry.