The Fairy Ring

[smokingboot]

It's a cold wet day and my hands are cramping. The garden is riddled with fungi, including one properly round fairy ring under the last rose in bloom. I stepped in and made a wish, a small wish but then it's a small ring.

Now I'm huddled in a big pink cardi while it rains and rains out there. I have things to do but they may get put off in favour of sitting in front of the fire watching Traitors and Clarksons Farm. I'm not sure about Celebrity Traitors, that performative edge becomes try-too-hard ever so quickly. The usual version is much better.

Clarkson's Farm is my go to delight. He's definitely got elements of urgh to him, but no getting past the fact that he makes great TV. CF isn't just the cotswolds being beautiful and the townie failing comedically, it's a shrewd insight into British farming without ever once feeling like a lesson. Plus it's funny.

Today that will do for me.

Comments

[thatjustwontbreak]

A fairy ring! What a lovely cozy time in front of the fire.

[smokingboot]

It was!

I can never quite work late autumn/early winter out. November is a good month for me generally in terms of short bursts of work, interspersed with lots of do nothing.