Somewhere along the line I need to get yet more bird food, this awful weather has seen the birds desperate to feed their young and with the sparrowhawk seemingly gone the gold finches are in pandemic proportions with the green finches, tits etc not far behind. That's a 30 kilo sack gone in less than two weeks, I say 30 kilo but haven't a clue what a kilo is, perhaps its a race or something, I know it caused me hassle with measuring up the new shelving units, I think I got centipedes mixed up with litres, perhaps if Boris is to lead us out of the EU into the arms of Trumpton we'll get British money, weights and measures back, roll on pounds shillings and pence, rods, poles and perches, I never did take to this decimation stuff, it was obvious when there were 240 pence in a quid how on earth are you meant to add up in hundreds and who over 50 can pick up a 5p on the table let alone the floor.
Anyway I digress a little and bring you Bedford this morning, very friendly drivers and just a shame about the two tramps, the Irish one was even embarrassing his pal, I tried to be pleasant after all we are all human beings but it was wasted effort. Shame as these incidents are the memories created from each visit. Bedford had a hopeless car park, the lifts were out of action and one pay machine was marked as out of order when in fact all were out of order unless you paid in cash, on the plus side I didn't have to pay.