Ramsgate, Wednesday night, wind still whistling around the bits and pieces but much less robustly than it was yesterday. All is quiet. That in itself is a bit of cause for concern. Fingers crossed that things stay gentle and peaceful through the night.

A month or so ago there was an attack of GAS (gear acquisition syndrome) in the allatsea household. Normally GAS results in stuff such as guitars or amplifiers or effects boxes or recording software (never used) or, oddly, cooking pots turning up at the door in the arms of a Fed Ex chap. On this occasion however it manifested itself in the form of Japanese and Belgian whetstones. Goodness knows where that urge came from but it was VERY strong and, expensive, to a point. On the upside, the towers now boasts the sharpest (possibly) kitchen knives in town. Honed in stages and finishing on a 8000 grit Naniwa Chosera stone using a Nagura-stone slurry. I tell you, it’s wonderful all this knifesharpeningspeak, a whole new language, almost. Sharp knives apart though, it’s also completely pointless and a tangible symptom of a bloke with too much time on his hands and very little imagination.

The two broody hens have at last got bored with the lack of hatching and given it up as bad job. Happily pecking away in the garden all day today along with the other four. I also saw them gang up on the ‘tame’ herring gull and give the poor thing ‘what for’ at one point this afternoon. Goodness they actually looked very frightening. Who’d a thought it of such meek and easily spooked clucking things? Imagine working on a chicken farm and 50,000 of the things suddenly getting the arse ache with you. You’d have no chance matey, none what so ever.

I’ve been moany in recent weeks about work. Not that it’s bad or hard or nasty or anything like that, it’s just NOT enjoyable. Anyway, just about everyone I know, who’s working, seems to be in the same sort of mind-state. Is it an age thing? The time of year (crikey didn’t summer turn into Autumn with a rush this year?!?!)? Don’t know. I do know however that all those lucky peeps wot have retired, seem to be as happy as Larry. Sigh!!!

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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