My local tip is a nightmare. Usually has long car queues to get into it. A member of staff told me another tip in a different town (South Kirkby/SouthElmsall) in the district never has queues. I wasn't planning to go all that way just to offload some polystyrene and cardboard. But I've been planning to have little drives around the area so I thought why not check it out as part of a drive around. It involved going to a town I did a job in decades ago. I remembered it as a small, somewhat rundown town back then but I also remembered it as having a really nice, compact, thriving little market with stalls in brick alcoves which were quite quaint in a gritty, northern kind of way. My dad bought some nice, cheap tools from a second-hand tool seller one workday lunchtime.

Sadly, that town is mostly still rundown…though not without some bustle. It's just a bit rough-looking. It's inhabitants are rough-looking too, like no one has any money to smarten themselves up. The once lively market now has about eighty percent of its stalls unoccupied. Sad and pathetic. I didn't like the look of any of the cafes so didn't stop for lunch. The tip was much nicer than my local one though. On the way home I stopped at my favourite roadside cafe for a 'Small Breakfast' (bacon x2, egg, sausage, fried bread, tinned tomatoes: £5.75).

You must be feeling a bit fitter after all that. Wow, 28 is a lot of exercises but maybe that's a good time to put some music on.

peemee.10centuries.org.

Seems that immunotherapy can be rather good for hay fever.

Yeah. Metaphor for life.

matigo.ca.

Today I hung a row of coat hooks on a wall and murdered some plants. The weed burner works and I'm glad I got it but it's a lot slower than I expected. YouTube implies just a half a second blast per plant but the weeds here seem to take a lot longer to wilt; it's ponderous sometimes. I think you can get weed burners that are more like blow torches. That would be good. Mind you, the only reason it's such a chore is because I've left it so long before going at 'em.

It's good that you're a bit active and not just watching telly in bed. Must be nice to be home.

peemee.10centuries.org.

Oh yeah. It seems they've updated their logo.

hazardwarning.me.

Does anyone know what this car marque is? I don’t recognise the badge.

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Having a reduced ambit is bloody annoying.

peemee.10centuries.org.

Apparently, Barack Obama's secret service codename was 'Renegade'.

renegade | ˈrɛnɪɡeɪd |
noun
a person who deserts and betrays an organization, country, or set of principles: an agent who later turns out to be a renegade.
• archaic a person who abandons religion; an apostate: renegades and Deserters of Heaven, who renounce their God for the Favour of Man.
• a person who behaves in a rebelliously unconventional manner: he was a renegade and social malcontent.
adjective
having treacherously changed allegiance: a renegade bodyguard.
• archaic having abandoned one's religious beliefs: a renegade monk.