Sat outside until a couple of minutes ago, listening to the dogs in the far distance, quite funny. One would bark, then another in another direction Next doors, of course, were the constant
but we were bombarded by moths and beetles, who would then land upside down, struggle upright and then do it all again
Next door's dogs may get mistaken for wolves in the hunting season Jan? That's a shame about the honeysuckle Saundra. We have stocks in the garden and they smell lovely in the evening. My son's been busking for Pontefract Hospice this week. So far he's been in Normanton, Castleford, Featherstone and Pontefract. Tomorrow's his last day doing it, he finishes in Wakefield. So far he's made the least money in Pontefract - the very place where the hospice is. Maybe they're more used to buskers there? He did OK in Featherstone. A man in a wheelchair gave him a five pound note and somebody bought him a snickers bar. The kindness of ordinary people. He did well in Normanton, a town which if it isn't dead has certainly seen much better days. In the 70's it was bustling but has suffered badly since. And today he has done best of all in Castleford, but Cas folk are usually good people. The places and the people that are the poorest seem to have given the most. Funny old world we live in. I'm proud of him.
"Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored" - Aldous Huxley