another middle of the week thing

waited in for the macmillan nurse to phone to arnage to get the chair. They didnt. Went out as its wifes birthday, even she forgot till this morning. Big thunderstorm that rebooted the computer twice and killed the shops card facilities, so no pressie. Went to supermarket and got cake and 41 candles, boy do they throw off some heat! so we've had choc cake and strawberries with peper for tea. Rain and mist outside.

Been in the shed tryig to make stuff. I feel hopelessly inadiquet with no confidence in what im trying to do and its painfully slow too. Hotdogs sign, which i would get paid for, i havent touched yet. I feel very short tempered. Ready to snap. ready to run away.



aside: on horse "training" told to me by a friend down the Lizard. There was a guy down there with a magical "touch" with horses. he would be called to calm the most savage horse and trained many wild horses. His daughter told my friend his secret, it was that one day his daughter bought a horse and for weeks it tried to throw her off and then trapple her. it would bite anyone within range and kicked the blacksmith in the face!. eventuly she took it to her father a crusty old farmer surely privy to much arcane secrets of horse management. he took the horse for a canter, an hour latter he returned and the horse was transformed, gentle and easy to manage a delight..... after that he was called onto tame many horses in the area and he always calmed them with strokeing and talking to them, a real horse whisperer... but shortly before he died he confided in his daughter just how he tamed her horse... he had a two by two plank of wood and every time it reared up he smaked it on the forehead till it got the idea....(tho he claimed that was the only horse he'd ever hit)