h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Our village is being 'regenerated'and what a mess they are making of it. At this time of the year the village should be much quieter. The tourists have gone and we should be settling into a peaceful autumn. However there are diggers and forklifts all over the place. Parts of the car park have been fenced off. Cars are parking on the roads there is muck and mud everywhere. For the first time in fifty years I wished I lived somewhere else today. This has been going on for weeks now and it is horrible.
The Boss and I did some work around the house this morning. I spent this afternoon getting some poems on to this P.C. and chucking the paper away. When all the poems are on I shall start on the short stories and then try to get it all on discs. That will clear some cupboard space. One of the poems I turned up I wrote when I was twenty one nearly fifty years ago. It was for The Boss and a bit sentimental but I quite like it.
The Son's wife came in asusual, and I went to the library but apart from that not much has happened.
Again it has been sun and rain, on and of and a bit colder.