Cool sunny and quiet for a while. Sort of normal and friendly.

And it hasn't rained much either. So since the new edit of the water regs last June all due to the increase in water storage whereas one may wash the family car using a trigger hose instead of as many bucketfuls as you wished, I decided to give the car a miss and illegally water the back garden. The guy next door spoke to me about it and I explained that, I will not mention to the authorities about the elec/light being constantly turned on in his shed at the back of his garden. Having got him by the short and curlies, he suggested that being a pom (English) I should be given an extra quota of town water due to the assumption that most English people only bathe on a Saturday or the sabbath or to attend periodical social gatherings. This neighbour of mine has part of his rear garden dedicated to the storage of come in handy later items-the TV Saga of 'Steptoe and Son' comes to mind, sayings such as "Oi Arold" and you "Dirty old Man" by the motley pair of 'Rag an bone ' men salvaging useful floggable later, unwanted household Items.
Recently he saw me in our front garden asked me if I had any old keys as none of his will fit his front door; he could not remember which key it was anyway and I guessed he had been on the turps. My dear lady wife bless her gave me a few meaty bones for the neighbours dog then I went around to his front door. The guys dog was barking like hell as I slipped the piece of thin plastic through the door jamb crevice, he shoved his foot inside to keep it open and told me to beat it before the dog removes my trachea, I had seen the dogs dissident behaviour to visitors on many occasions. However, When the guy saw the dog jump up and lick my face(YUK) after I pushed the door open he sudden sobered up, then when I patted the dog led him to the back gate and shut him in with bag of meaty bones. The guy stood there scratching his head probably wondering if I was 'The Dog Whisperer'. Unknown to him I had hand fed the dog for months over the side fence, the dog and I had reached an understanding and we were sort of 'Good Friends.

Come Friday when all will be revealed. There has been no indication that our Gr/ daughters will be staying for their usual bi wkly (visit to daddy) as #5 prodigal son has not shown up lately (This pisses me off) we have to get permission to take our GR/ children to their Uncles 3rd time wedding on Sat Sept 6, 300 miles distant, mostly by freeways and cash grabbing tolls. I some times wonder when I leave this mortal existence how my closer relatives will survive without my patronisation, it is not intentional on my part to become entangled in their ongoing domestic sagas, its just simply hard to avoid, I being the patriarch.

On my health front. After all those tests I still have no idea what my true state of health is. Still waiting for answers from the vascular Doc. Our Doc seems to think there is little to be concerned over, who is he kidding?. As I left his surgery yesterday I turned around and in earshot of all those waiting, I said to him "Well its nice to know If one has a ballooning Aorta it is nothing to worry about."

Shower time, See you later, Vest.