March 2015


Yesterday body decided my brain was going to over ruled. Writing the blog was the most strenuous thing I managed. 

Not done much more today, but got dressed eventually; and for a few, brief, happy hours I thought I had found a woman willing to take my compost bin for her new allotment; only to have her reject me after she discovered the allotment had 3 compost bins hidden by undergrowth! 

Somebody in Bradford must want a compost bin. 

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I got a call from the lender’s solicitor yesterday, who turned out to be a perfectly pleasant woman, prone to giggling. 

Turns out it is not proof of identity, but also proof of death and possession of probate, which is a sensible requirement. 

Also turns out it does not have to be asap, so I did not set off early this morning. Just as well, as I have spent the day in bed. 



These are new pics I took today of the primroses and burnt out forklift truck(?) I took last week(?).

PS. I had a letting agent in his early 30’s round today. He knew the holes in the Hawth as ‘dippers’ because him and his mates rode the bmx’s down them. My generation called them bomb craters. They are bell pits, left by iron mining. 

Clearing a garden. I borrowed the insinarator from next door. 



I am burning off things I last year and before. Sloe is the worst. The thorns make it stick together like Velcro, and one of them went through the sole of my wellington when I was jumping on a pile to break it up. I got a lovely fire by the end though. Wished I had thought about barbecuing the chicken I had brining beforehand. 



After that I ate the grand meatballs and potatoes next door gave me, opened a bottle of mum’ swine and checked my e-mails

I f&&&&&& well have to go to f&&&&&& Huddersfield as soon as f&&&&&& possible with my f&&&&&& passport to f&&&&&&& prove to the f&&&&&&& vendors solicitor to prove my f&&&&&&& identity AGAIN. Not f&&&&&& happy. 

…I painted this for my mum’s birthday present, probably in the early 80’s. It’s a bit big though, it’s on the floor and you can see my boot ends. 



My mother asked me to draw this so she could embroider it, and I obviously did it for her birthday. Not sure why she did not start it. 







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