Something seems to have happened this morning. Whether it is the warm sunshine, the fact it is Easter, or perhaps cabin fever has finally hit this small village, there is a lot of activity.
After so many weeks of uncanny calm and stillness, traffic has returned to the road outside. Not heavy traffic of course, just ‘Beetley traffic’.
The lawn mowers started just after 8 am. It was as if someone had called out, “Gentlemen, start your engines!” as they roared away in sequence, their owners determined to shave down their grass to within an inch of its life, and to win the Beetley Lawn Mower Grand Prix.
That was followed soon after by the ‘hammer people’. Those people who simply have to hit something -anything- repeatedly, to justify their ownership of an impressive assortment of hammers.
The sunshine also brings out the car-washers. People who are compelled to wash cars that are already so clean, you need sunglasses on to walk past them. At one time, this would involve a bucket of soapy water, and a sponge. But these days, anyone who doesn’t own a high-pressure compresser washer with a rotating brush attachment is just so 20th century. So the noise of water being expelled at high pressure is added to the growing cacophony.
Then just as I come to the end of typing this, it all stops. It’s as if they are reading my blog through the office window, and have been embarrassed into silence.
Or perhaps they have just gone back inside for a rest, after three hours of exertion?
As for me, I am blogging and writing. I’m still far too fatigued and sleepy to consider such activities.