The boy and I were nearly blown away at the start of the week out walk. A storm has arrived off the back of hurricane Katia. Online in places like Twitter and Facebook Scots started to call it "Hurricane Bawbag". I won't explain what that means as its a bit rude but I am sure you guessed that. I wish they hadn't. A national newspaper picked up on that, the one my wife buys. I refuse to read it as its full of mince and social networking sites seems to be their primary source of information. Like a child sniggering to himself as he looked up dirty words in a dictionary or when we as kids at school with calculators realised with great delight that typing in 80085 looked like 'BOOBS' they couldn't help themselves. Every day I was in the kitchen there was another headline referring to the hurricane. Tiresome and about their level.
Back to the hurricane. The boy and I couldn't even walk up our own street. So it wasn't a long walk. Here you can see a tree almost bent over by the wind. The boy was crying the whole time, didn't like it one bit. So apart from the pressure barriers of walking too far it was not right to keep the boy out. Can't remember winds like this.
Its broken off now but god it was strong. Anxiety on the whole has been OK, manageable. I did have a bad bout of breathlessness which alarmed me as it always does but it has passed. I actually went out when the storm was at its worse to try to prove to myself there was nothing to worry about. Apart from that not much to say. Hopefully better to come as the week goes on. I really must try harder. Not much light was a bit out of focus. Very cloudy and a bit dark as a result.
Another bug photo. Less unattractive, if that is a phrase, than the fly but not by much and not something you want to look at over breakfast. A couldn't bring myself to say it was attractive. Again like said photo its a need to get a variety of photos and some on the outside rather than always indoors but still within this tiny radius. On a sunny day however. Able to get out for a walk about and look for bugs of the mini variety rather than the ones that lurk in hooded tops around this area. The boy was patient. A lift in weather helps lift the spirit.
No idea what this little critter is. Something in the back of my mind says green shield beetle but not sure. Never was any good with identifying things of a leggy kind or any other kind that is not inanimate. Just a reminder to myself that I was out and about. My wife is good at that sort of thing- knowing the names of creatures and things. I always go to her for plants, fauna and animals when I need an identification. I've known a lot of people like that. I had a mate who didn't seem very clued up, liked a fight but knew everything there seemed to know about birds. Always found that kind of thing fascinating.
Earlier in the week I took my son for a walk despite the change in the weather. A good old wet and windy Scottish day cold to the bone. Not surprised to see a load of clothes dumped on the pavement not far from our front door. People just don't care. They have no pride at all. They just dump where they feel like dumping. They piss on churches in broad daylight while kids are going to school and kids walk about at lunchtime throwing their unwanted food cartons to the side while the gulls hover and swoop. No pride at all. Someone no doubt has been found out and kicked out. Not the first time I have seen that around here. But it will be left until kids kick it in bushes out of view or into someone's garden who then decides to bin it. God I hate this place.
