In case you haven’t realised or even care enough to realise or maybe you were scrolling through your contacts on WordPress and wondered how that old Ex-Minister; Now Count (silent O’s please) is doing then you may or may not notice that i’ve been taking the odd arial shot. Yes, I’ve got a drone and am slowly trying to get a portfolio together in order to flood the social networks with my photography compelling folk to contact me and ask me to take air shots of other peoples locked private compounds or the neighbour’s hot tub parties.

Yesterday I performed my first stunt by flying under a supporting arch below a small bridge close to my pad. So expect more and yes I’ll give you a discount, if you give me some business, sounds fair to me…

In other news Mrs T and I have been getting up early this last week to try and circumvent this beastly hot weather, with no shade to speak of in our back garden and burst water pipe locally, my lack of a shower and Mrs T’s surprise BBQ which she organised and I had to cook (that was the surprise) my limbs ended up looking and probably smelling like 4  salami sausages, sweaty and fatty, but not too fatty, I’m trying to cut down on my carbs. So it seems getting up early to walk the dog is a “thing” loads of people are doing it, I’ve never seen so many folk on my dog walk since we moved in nearly 3 years ago. Theres a whole new community of folk who seem to know each other, who seem to dawdle in the hope of having a morning chat with someone new, someone exciting, someone like me or actually me, maybe hes got something to say, maybe hes got some insight into the mystery of the moment, which is this week apparently the chirping or call of an as yet unidentified bird, which a lady who I’ll call Z to protect her identity (it can’t be many names can it?) told/ asked if we’ed heard the bird. No we hadn’t but could she imitate the bird? No she couldn’t which frankly let the side down and left the conversation in a bit of a trough from which we all had to climb out of by making our excuses. I would have at least made an effort to squawk rather than possibly blaming the bird woman who lives down thew road to her, a woman I don’t know but will reserve judgement until our paths cross and will not be performing a character assassination with the use of my mechanical electronic typewriter Aka MacBook Air.

In brief, if you want a chat, come with more facts, and less heresy please. See you anon. Ive got absolutely nothing left to say, I’m meant to be working and the cricket’s on.