the counting of the crows

hard candy.
counting crows.
we've had this album since 2001 or so but never really listened to it till last night, after our lengthy conversation with rick wakeman in the pub - we've had it on repeat since then. it''s almost as good as ben folds songs for silverman and that's me saying something.............

the morning is broken

problem number one of today, i spent far too long last night not being sober and asleep, and abby made me wake up a while ago, after much jumping on the bed and threatening to not shut up and let me sleep until it was too late for me to want to sleep anymore today, i'm andy by the way, hello, i'm more than a little in hangover through nikki and karl being much better at staying up too much later than us, the one problem, so far today, the first job i had to do today was empty the toilet, it's not as smelly as you might expect, and there's so little chance of splashing and getting dirty it isn't really an issue, but the hassle is that twenty five litres of liquid waste is actually pretty heavy, if i could have sworn there i may have been able to emphasise that point a little better, it's a long-ish walk to the disposal point and i wanted to be in bed with my exploding head and i had to walk fifty yards with 25 litres of waste and back before i could start filling it up again, if you get my drift, it's not a major issue i suppose in the grand scheme of things, but today and now, still, it is the main issue i have.
i've eaten pie now, and had a cup of tea, which i'm hoping to follow up imminently with another mug thereof, and then i think i heard the plan is to walk to the pub, the dukes, with it's perfect sitting around outside, even though the sun is too big today, for a meal of the sunday dinner style variety and hopefully without too much deliberation one of those hairy dog solutions.
i'd better go, it's not my blog, and i'm not talking of boats, although the toilet thing is an issue, especially on days like today, even though that was probably an hour ago now and i'm sure if i really think about it i'd find i was over the trauma by now..

the pie was definitely a brilliant idea.
i love that pie.jones

sunday - upwardly mobile

sunday.
i've been awake since about 7am, i blame the nightshift thing.
there are photos of babies everywhere on the net - many people we know are pregnant or sprogging or have tiny ones. i am so jealous yet i hate kids!!! i have two daughters of my own and we have a healthy disrespect for each other - but i still can't resist a baby, the promise of all it could be, a life waiting to happen.

it's a beautiful day out there. the duck hatches are open. the i can hear the cuckoo, cuckooing. the river is still, the sun is shining. andy and loki are still in bed, our mate who stayed over has just surfaced. i'm working tonight so i need to spend the day straightening out-i think sunday lunch at the dukes is in order. but for now i'll just finish off the last can of stella. i so want us to quit work and go off down the canals where the life is - the nene isn't known for it's bustle. i think bustle is what i need right now.

but at least we got the laptop.
'appy days............