So the Olympics are over. [Thank God for that.]
Our gubmint is infighting over some party they attended during the restrictions.
They’re starting to puncture our pre-teens.
The village is slowly getting back to normal. It’s still a little chaotic as there is scaffolding everywhere while they paint every drop of wall or woodwork back to its original colours. The massive castle [or whatever it was] is being very carefully dismantled, piece by piece and each piece is then gently carried across the road to a bloke who is smashing it all up with a lump hammer and dumping it in a skip.
The coffee shop is in full swing and Penny got her chicken today.
The climate mob are back predicting of the end of the world next year if we don’t do something immediately. No mention of Greater Thunderclap though.
It really is refreshing to see signs of a return to normality.