The birds have been entertaining me again. Watching two fat pigeons waddling up the garden as fast as they could. I couldn’t make up my mind whether they were having a race, whether the back one was chasing the front one or whether both of them were in a hurry.[…]
I feel rather the same way about poems as I do paintings. There are some that I really like but in the vast scheme of things they would be a minority and, in case you are wondering, I don’t write poetry though I have written the odd limerick from time[…]
Funny how sometimes you suddenly hear the same thing two or thee times in quick succession. This has happened to me very recently. The phrase in question is very well known and maybe you had an idea of what is was when you read the title. It is one uttered[…]
Typical. Sent in my last blog (A Lot of Gas) then thought of something else I could have added relevant to to unwise spoken word. It also is based on words from Proverbs and this may not be verbatim but it goes like this, “Better to keep quiet and be[…]
Years ago there used to be a television programme called All Gas and Gaiters in which the actor, Derek Nimmo, played the hapless Bishop’s chaplain to William Mervyn’s Bishop. I suppose you could call it a kind of forerunner to the Vicar of Dibley though Gas and Gaiters was much earlier. It ran[…]
Sometimes there are small successes amongst things that are not going so well. Take, for example, our raspberries. We bought two pots each with five canes from a Garden Centre I won’t name. They were different varieties with the intention of having some summer ones and later summer ones. They[…]
In my previous blog I talked about outward appearances and I am going to start by picking up that thread again and take it in a slightly different direction. If you are a reader who knows me now but not in my teenage years, you might be rather surprised that[…]
It is that time of year again and we have been kept amused and interested by the many birds that visit our garden and many of them are presently collecting nesting material. We have at least one nest in the making in our clematis though I have some concerns that the foliage[…]
My Dad had a habit of getting into scrapes of one sort or another, and they usually resulted in much laughter in the family. I have to say, though, that he did not always see it in quite the same light! The one which I am about to recount falls[…]
Recently we one of our favourite lakeside walks. There are lots of trees and bushes of all different sorts; swans, geese and ducks swim on the lake as well of plenty of evidence around the banks of animal activity although we have not seen the animals. At intervals the whole[…]