Domestic minor being

The Garden of One Thousand Yaps has quite a few pots in it and, it seems, they are often in the wrong place. Since the gardeners didn’t come as scheduled today, it felt only right that I should be employed moving some of them around.

Conifers onto the terrace, long limbed irritating acer from one spot to the another, scrawny looking thing into the Rat Run. Obviously I have no idea what most of them are so I have to use mostly less than technical terms. I must admit to some colourful language used at them on occasion as well.

In between work tasks, Mirinda indulged in some judicial weeding. Apparently there was lots of creeping buttercup in between the bleeding hearts and lungwort. There is now a lot less.

I had no idea but creeping buttercup is worse than bind weed. I have to say I find it difficult to believe anything could possibly be worse than my garden nemesis. I’m glad to say, I have all but eradicated the bind weed from the garden. It seems I must now start on a new enemy.

Of course I’ll first need a lesson in identification.

Having slaved away on Pot Redistribution and lunch, I then had a conference call with Charles.

Charles is the technical manager at Talking Newspaper. He and Tony emailed last week wondering whether it would be possible to record an issue for inclusion on the website. Charles claimed it could be achieved from home using a piece of software in the cloud.

I was all for it. The whole isolation thing must be so much worse for our listeners. I know they have lots of resources these days but I like to think they enjoy the regular local updates we provide. Having that cut off can’t be good.

So, under Charles’ expert guidance, I logged on and started chatting away. Tim (engineer) and Clive (another presenter) soon joined in and we were having an effective four way conversation.

I’d rigged up Mirinda’s old webcam on top of my old tripod and placed it between the laptop and my mouth. The idea was to use just the microphone.

It worked surprisingly well. Except when I laughed. That sent the needles crazy and Charles made me turn my volume down. I’ll have to be careful not to give full vent to my explosions of joy from now on.

Charles wasn’t as successful with Sue (presenter) as she failed to connect. It was assumed this was a BT issue. As Charles worked with Sue over the phone, Tim and I swapped IT stories which entertained Clive who, in his own words, is not technical at all. Mind you, when I suggested that Sue could just turn it off then back on again, Clive laughed. So he’s not entirely unknowing.

It was decided that Clive and I would get the Alton and Farnham issues of the Herald on Thursday and plan what to read. We would then reconnect on Friday and record the issue. Charles would continue with Sue as well as three other readers he’s come up with.

It would be best to have three readers of various sexes for each issue because it means different voices. Let’s hope we have a third for Friday and it’s either a woman or a high talking male.

Given my first working from home, conference call, I couldn’t go for a walk today. Mirinda took the girls to Frensham only to discover that the car parks had been blocked off with big bits of tree.

Branches spread across the entrances effectively stopped people parking and walking. She parked in our usual spot (no branches) and walked around the pond. She said it was a bit creepy not seeing many people at all. It was also remarkably quiet.

She took some video and it had all the feeling of the opening scenes of a horror film. Fortunately, a bloodied axe did not suddenly appear. Or a curdling scream.

For dinner I made minty rolly chicken and decided to film it. I have embedded the video below but warn anyone wanting to watch it that it does take over 10 minutes to play through. Note that Mirinda started her guitar practice halfway through. Also the light from the bee window changed things a bit. And my final presentation is pretty crap. Still…

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