Freeeeeedommmmmmm!
Happy Independence Day, my fellow liberated colonials. Which I guess includes my British neighbors now.
Early afternoon was lovely here, which makes a great change (we’ve had the most miserably cold, gray Summer so far). We sat in the garden with a couple of books and a bottle of wine and grilled burgers and corn on the cob and hummed Stars and Stripes Forever.
And then fell asleep, because wine, and had terrible dreams, because sleeping in the daytime.
Hope you had a wonderful Fourth. I’ve vicariously enjoyed the parades in my FaceBook feed today.
You remember that pic, of course, Weasel Attempts to Murder Woodpecker. From the header of the photographer’s Twitter feed, it looks like someone made him a ceramic one.
Posted: July 4th, 2016 under britain, holidays, personal.
Comments: 5
Comments
Comment from Brother Cavil, Nie Mój Cyrk, Nie Moje Małpy
Time: July 4, 2016, 11:45 pm
Ah, the Woodpecker Weasel, aka the Patron Saint of Not Thinking Things Through…
Comment from Deborah HH
Time: July 5, 2016, 1:46 am
I’m glad you and Uncle Badger had a sweet day. I just toasted George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, Lewis and Clark, my husband and my son—with a fine whiskey cocktail. Happy Independence Day, y’all.
Comment from Ric Fan
Time: July 5, 2016, 8:07 pm
Looks like your prediction about May is coming true.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 5, 2016, 8:24 pm
She’s the clear early favorite, for sure. Of the Establishment, that is. I’m a little unclear how much input the rank-and-file will ultimately get.
Comment from Of Hens and Old People
Time: July 6, 2016, 9:44 pm
Hen Power. Barmy Britbongs.
http://i3.getwestlondon.co.uk/incoming/article9695249.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/Hen-project.jpg
Write a comment
Beware: more than one link in a comment is apt to earn you a trip to the spam filter, where you will remain -- cold, frightened and alone -- until I remember to clean the trap. But, hey, without Akismet, we'd be up to our asses in...well, ass porn, mostly.<< carry me back to ol' virginny