A day of dirt, the likes of which I have never seen before and hope I will never see again. At the end of the day, the dirt is dead and I have arrested the entropy at least for a little while. It took me six hours to overcome but I managed to wrestle it to the ground eventually. I’m sure that overall it’s a bit like King Cnut – a vain and inglorious attempt to stop the tide but at least it’s been slowed for a bit.

Perhaps one day I might be able to dish some dirt? Perhaps on another day I might have a day that’s a different sort of dirty? Perhaps dirt is the sign of honest toil? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.