As days go, today is a quiet one.

Herself has been watered, sedated and locked in the attic.

The cat and the dog are fed.

Time for Me Time.

Actually it shouldn’t be quite so much of a quiet day as today is Daughter’s birthday.  Or rather it is the anniversary of her birthday as she isn’t literally born each year on this day.

Thirty nine years!  Fuck me but that makes me feel very old.  I have a daughter who is middle-aged!  Mind you she acts more like a teenager so maybe I don’t feel so bad after all.

Normally Daughter would call in today to see what goodies we had forked out for, but she is off camping somewhere [no – I don’t mean in the gay sense – the under canvass type of camping – though I doubt they use canvass any more?].  She has headed off with a group of friends to some place up the mountains where doubtless they will manage to start yet another gorse fire, assuming there is any gorse left to burn.  Just about any gorse in the county has burned off at this stage of the drought.

Speaking of drought there is a strange phenomenon occurring at the moment.  There is stuff falling out to the sky.  I think it’s water, which makes a change from all the ash from the endless fires on the Uplands.  Could it possibly be rain?  Damn!  That means the grass might resurrect itself from the dead and I would have to start cutting it again.

I suppose it’s inevitable.  Daughter goes camping and the first rain in weeks starts to fall?  I’ll blame her anyway.

As well as wishing her a happy birthday.