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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Caked on Mud

Mild but overcast. Lazy start to the day.

Caked on mud of Cornwall still covered the car. Decided to break the habit of a lifetime and clean it off. (I know that silver cars tend not to show the dirt - but there are limits!) Actually it was so caked in mud that I had to go over it with the pressure washer, then wash the worst away, and finally give it a proper wash with clean water.

Stopped to chat with Mr & Mrs Magoo. Apparently planning permission has been rejected for the "infill" that was proposed for the house on the corner. I'm glad. It would be a bad precedent. I see that Ike & Tina are back from their cruise.

The Silver Vixen was hiding in the shrubbery again, burying various bulbs. Only a hundred more to go, she assures me. In the end, she admitted that she has planted 415 bulbs this autumn. The garden should be a riot of colour in the spring.

It is clear that the recently reduced hedges are starting to re-sprout. You would have thought that reducing them from 10 feet high and 8 feet deep to 1 inch high would be sufficient shock to kill them off. Evidently not. I suspect we will have do something inorganic.

Several weeks of accumulated garden rubbish had built up in sacks. This warranted a trip to see the dump trolls. All the bags fitted in the back of the car so the Gorse Fox was able to deal with the lot in a single trip.

Blodwyn phoned soon after I had returned. Apparently latest grandchild has been unwell with bronchitis, but was on the mend now. Needless to say, she had been summoned to assist Lady Penelope during the crisis. One can't help but think those families would totally collapse without her.

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