Saturday, its a rude awakening as a Tarmac lorry explodes on the main road of the village and traps two households in their homes as the pitch spews out over the road and foot path. Very quickly we have emergency service vehicles of all types flashing along outside outside our house. Firemen frantically cut turfs from the wayside to build earth damns to stop the hot tarmac dripping into the drain system. The road is very quickly closed.

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The work continues all day as the teams work to contain the spillage and to figure out how to deal with it. We have a delayed breakfast and then start to work on the garden. I spend the day planting out all that is left in the green house and planting up all the pots and returning them to their places in the garden. It comes round to three o’clock and I step up my activity level to occupy my mind as my team, the mighty Brentford, are playing in the championship play off, which if they win means they get to play premier league football for the first time in my life time. My phone buzzes a couple of times but I ignore it having promised myself not to look until at least half time. After 45 minutes I peek at my phone, 2 -0 to Brentford. I work on hoping that they do not blow it in the second half. Another 45 minutes later they are playing over 6 minutes of injury time. At last its over.

I finish the garden for the day and shower which means I get to cream my surgery wound and spray it again with liquid plaster. Tea comes and goes and I settle down to watch the European cup final. It’s a good game and ends with Chelsea winning. I am tired and decide to sleep early as I can but end up watching some trash TV before I finally get to bed.

Sunday and I wake up to the sound of machines out side as workmen make an early start on re-surfacing half the road. It seems that the damage is so bad they are going to have to do one side of the road and then return the following day. Its Sunday so I weigh in.

91.5 Kilos, In my range.

We go to the garden centre using the village diversion and pick up some provisions. On our return we have to slalom thorough the road restriction avoiding knocking over the workman that tries to stop us. A late breakfast and we head out to a different garden centre to buy plants for the last big task of the garden and that is making up the hanging baskets. We buy a trolley full of plants and return to home and I once again I set about the garden tasks. For hours I plant up baskets and troughs while the workmen outside continue until they install temporary traffic lights, unheard of in this village. I go out to see how its going just in time to watch some knob head shoot the red light and disappear in a cloud of dust out of the village.

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I finish the garden and have a look in pond and play spot the frog, enjoy the fun.

So the evening arrives along with tea after which I shower and cream my developing scar. I watch the baby face space professor review some of his series and asks the big questions in cosmology like how far can we go. At this point I write the blog as my partner goes to bed and I listen to my eldest daughter dropping the weights bar in the garage periodically.

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