Yes as the title conveys' I was awake and ready to roll at 5.00am, alarm was set to 6.30am so naturally I wake up well before time! However all was not in vain, for now we have clouds, and a lovely cooling breeze; Don't get me wrong I have loved every minute of the sunny warm weather, as have my plants, as long as I give them a very long refreshing drink each evening, but the breeze is so cool and refreshing, it's very welcome. Our moderate British weather is something I love about our isle, and feel honoured to be able to appreciate it in all it's varied forms, again appreciated that seem may not feel the same way given the extremes they have experienced. It has been really interesting watching people adapt to the different temperatures, barbecues, swimming pools, some lobster coloured people, dining al fresco, but when the temperature dials down a notch, same folks skipping and enjoying the change, I just love it. Talking of swimming pool's my DD bought out the sand and water tray for GG to play in, of course not content with playing in the water tray, she had to climb into it! Result, buy her an inflatable paddling pool, and my how they have changed since my two were small, this one is in two halves with a small inflatable slide bridging the pair, naturally she loves it.
My plants in the greenhouse are coming on apace, I have one tomato that is nearly ripe enough to pick, and the later plants have their first flowers, it has been a delight when making lunch to go and pick salad leaves and herbs, from fork to plate fantastic. This is my first year of veggie gardening, normally by better half does it, but as he is otherwise occupied I get the honour and I have really enjoyed it, my arm muscles as stronger for all the watering can carrying! Next year I plan to have a couple of raised beds at the bottom of the garden and grow beans and courgettes etc, but for this year the greenhouse and tubs will have to do, plus my flowers of course.
My early morning walk today is going to be rather later as I have to pop to Llandaff village later on, so will take a walk besides the river and Llandaff cathedral for a change. Now here is an anomally, Llandaff is officially called a city because it has a cathedral, although it is only a small part of Cardiff, so why do we as locals, not say we are going to the city, but we are going to the village? Llandaff was home to Roald Dahl, who was born in Fairwater Road, a mere 300 yards or so from my home, so it seems appropriate to end with a poem by him, along with a picture of the Norwegian Church in Cardiff bay, regularly used by Roald Dahl and his family.
Thank you as always for joining me, and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever in the world you are. Speak to you again soon.
Love Bubbles.
Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop (Roald Dahl)
'Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop!
The great big greedy nincompoop!
How long could we allow this beast
To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast
On everything he wanted to?
Great Scott! It simply wouldn't do!
However long this pig might live,
We're positive he'd never give
Even the smallest bit of fun
Or happiness to anyone.
So what we do in cases such
As this, we use the gentle touch,
And carefully we take the brat
And turn him into something that
Will give great pleasure to us all–
A doll, for instance, or a ball,
Or marbles or a rocking horse.
But this revolting boy, of course,
Was so unutterably vile,
So greedy, foul, and infantile
He left a most disgusting taste
Inside our mouths, and so in haste
We chose a thing that, come what may,
Would take the nasty taste away.
'Come on!' we cried, 'The time is ripe
To send him shooting up the pipe!
He has to go! It has to be!'
And very soon, he's going to see
Inside the room to which he's gone
Some funny things are going on.
But don't, dear children, be alarmed;
Augustus Gloop will not be harmed,
Although, of course, we must admit
He will be altered quite a bit.
He'll be quite changed from what he's been,
When he goes through the fudge machine:
Slowly, the wheels go round and round,
The cogs begin to grind and pound;
A hundred knives go slice, slice, slice;
We add some sugar, cream, and spice;
We boil him for a minute more,
Until we're absolutely sure
That all the greed and all the gall
Is boiled away for once and all.
Then out he comes! And now! By grace!
A miracle has taken place!
This boy, who only just before
Was loathed by men from shore to shore,
This greedy brute, this louse's ear,
Is loved by people everywhere!
For who could hate or bear a grudge
Against a luscious bit of fudge?'
'Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop!
The great big greedy nincompoop!
How long could we allow this beast
To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast
On everything he wanted to?
Great Scott! It simply wouldn't do!
However long this pig might live,
We're positive he'd never give
Even the smallest bit of fun
Or happiness to anyone.
So what we do in cases such
As this, we use the gentle touch,
And carefully we take the brat
And turn him into something that
Will give great pleasure to us all–
A doll, for instance, or a ball,
Or marbles or a rocking horse.
But this revolting boy, of course,
Was so unutterably vile,
So greedy, foul, and infantile
He left a most disgusting taste
Inside our mouths, and so in haste
We chose a thing that, come what may,
Would take the nasty taste away.
'Come on!' we cried, 'The time is ripe
To send him shooting up the pipe!
He has to go! It has to be!'
And very soon, he's going to see
Inside the room to which he's gone
Some funny things are going on.
But don't, dear children, be alarmed;
Augustus Gloop will not be harmed,
Although, of course, we must admit
He will be altered quite a bit.
He'll be quite changed from what he's been,
When he goes through the fudge machine:
Slowly, the wheels go round and round,
The cogs begin to grind and pound;
A hundred knives go slice, slice, slice;
We add some sugar, cream, and spice;
We boil him for a minute more,
Until we're absolutely sure
That all the greed and all the gall
Is boiled away for once and all.
Then out he comes! And now! By grace!
A miracle has taken place!
This boy, who only just before
Was loathed by men from shore to shore,
This greedy brute, this louse's ear,
Is loved by people everywhere!
For who could hate or bear a grudge
Against a luscious bit of fudge?'
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