Allotment at the end of winter

          I'm really just trying to download photies onto this laptop. The top two are from my mobile phone and the bottom one is from the camera I got off my daughter. I don't find this Windows 8 stuff helpful at all. Anyway, if I can manage to get the photies off the cameras, I might pay more attention to this blog when I go my holidays in a week. It hardly seems any time since I got back from India, and I'm feeling wound up right now about going elsewhere.

          But I watched a telly programme last night about monasteries and I spoke to my spiritual friend the day before yesterday about zen monasteries and their routines. So I'll be a month in one of those monasteries. I'm starting to look forward to that!! Even getting up at four in the morning. A whole month of complete detox. That's what I call spring cleaning!

Fire

          I like setting fire to newspapers up the allotment, and anything else I can get a hold of. There's nothing like fire. It's great!!
          I seem to be selling about two books a month these days. About 50p to me.
          My week starts falling apart as soon as I meet anyone. I met Gilliebabes on Thursday, but she was most moderate with her drinking. The same cannot be said of Brian Wilson. We went out for a quiet drink in the afternoon on Friday. I wanted to sit in a bar with the horses on the telly so we could watch the horses and get pissed. But the races meetings that day were maybe too wee for the telly. Anyway, I had ten pounds on a four to one shot in the first race. Or two bets of five pounds each. This is because I accidentally threw away my first betting slip, but they paid out on it anyway. After a start like that .. it was bound to end in debacle.