Toad of Toad Hall

The Olympics are over for Canada, all but the crying in the Tsingtao beer anyway, since it is now dark in Beijing on Saturday night. Zero medals first seven days, 17 or so the subsequent days. Schizo or what. Our team should be sent to work out on the balance beam or at least have a sit down with the TV networks to sort things out. For next time. Ah yes next time, the Winter Games in Vancouver. So for that first week of the Beijing Games I could have been cutting grass. Man is it long. I went out to cut it this morning with the commitment I would weed prior to mowing as long as the interval between train horns at the level crossing nearby. Where the hell are those freight train schedulers? Bloody well out in the midday sun without a break, could have fried me noodles. Well the hay field is now cut. Had a hard time not chopping up toads and two varieties of snake. Also tramped all over a wasps' nest, no harm to me at least. Great hand over to Canada to come in the Closing Ceremonies doubtless.