An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
06 January 2006
The Pace Slows
The last few days have seen the yearlist grind to a near halt, employment has intervened, will they never invent a robot to do my job? A Nuthatch in the garden on Tuesday kept the numbers ticking over (albeit very slowly), the 84th species. Wednesday became my first blank day of 2006 and for the rest of the week every daylight hour was spent beyond the boundaries of Gwent, never a good way to build up your county yearlist.