As if I haven't enough to do.

I hadn't even finished drawing the Hitler moustache on a front page picture of St Tony of Blair when Lady Magnon summoned me to the kitchen.

Being a kindly soul, she'd planned my entire day for me, from setting Mouse traps at the barn, and washing the car, to re-potting some Geraniums for next Summer. Of course, I already had a full day's work ahead, and had little time for her extras.

I'm often reminded of that song 'Busy doing nothing', because that's how my life has become. When Lady M asks me what I'm doing, more than likely I reply 'wandering aimlessly'. It seems to satisfy her, and fits well with her view of me as someone who needs to be found more time-consuming work; to 'keep me out of trouble'.

The cows came up to visit us yesterday. They are Blonde d'Aquitaines; a local breed. I love looking out on them, they are very inquisitive creatures; and very friendly.

What made me mad yesterday? Well it had to be the regular sight of Piers Corbyn and his gang of fellow plonkers, marching around London, mask free, spreading the COVID virus; just as the number of daily deaths goes to 150, an increase of 85% from the time of his last weekend's demo'.  Where DO they find these bloody loonies (below)?

Even the Socialists can't agree. On one hand we have Piers Corbyn telling us that it's all a hoax, on the other Sir Keir Starmer saying that it is so serious that we should have a 100% national lockdown. Boris, meanwhile, is sitting on the fence whilst trying to save the economy (a bit), and being reasonably cautious about the virus. As ghastly as the prospect may seem, I fear Sir Keir may be right this time. Quot homines, tot sententiæ.

Best bit of the day. It was cloudless, and the sun became warm enough to dry the grass, and for me to mow everywhere. That should now be the final mowing of 2020; fingers crossed.

Yesterday, I woke to 2 C. Almost glove weather!