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Not much of note. The weather was fabulous and I have spent most of the afternoon in the garden, 'helped' by the cat. I am made to understand that my horticultural performance was satisfactory, but only just.
Meanwhile other local gardeners have not been so fortunate, with a recent massive police raid on a house behind the supermarket in Glastonbury that some enterprising soul had entirely converted to the cultivation of cannabis (the house, not the supermarket - that's a bit much even for this neck of the woods). Must have shown up on the police copter infra-red like the Hindenburg.
More nature notes, of a conventional, uh, nature: there is a flock of lapwings on the field, and the catkins are starting to come out on the birch trees. Slightly further north, my mother found a snowdrop (but before you all go 'aaaah', she also found a dead mutilated dove alongside it. We suspect cat, unless there are mutant killer snowdrops in Gloucestershire now).
Nearly 1 dead mouse a day has appeared in this household since I moved in. That's been just over 2 months now, so roughly 60 mice. Sobering.
I have also had rather too many (two) conversations today with people who have lost parents over Xmas. Tis the season, unfortunately, but as I have reason to know, it really puts a downer on the festive season. Good thoughts winging your way.
Compliment of the week from boyfriend: "You are the least simian person I know." Why, thank you, darling, I think. Although round here it might not be saying all that much.
Meanwhile other local gardeners have not been so fortunate, with a recent massive police raid on a house behind the supermarket in Glastonbury that some enterprising soul had entirely converted to the cultivation of cannabis (the house, not the supermarket - that's a bit much even for this neck of the woods). Must have shown up on the police copter infra-red like the Hindenburg.
More nature notes, of a conventional, uh, nature: there is a flock of lapwings on the field, and the catkins are starting to come out on the birch trees. Slightly further north, my mother found a snowdrop (but before you all go 'aaaah', she also found a dead mutilated dove alongside it. We suspect cat, unless there are mutant killer snowdrops in Gloucestershire now).
Nearly 1 dead mouse a day has appeared in this household since I moved in. That's been just over 2 months now, so roughly 60 mice. Sobering.
I have also had rather too many (two) conversations today with people who have lost parents over Xmas. Tis the season, unfortunately, but as I have reason to know, it really puts a downer on the festive season. Good thoughts winging your way.
Compliment of the week from boyfriend: "You are the least simian person I know." Why, thank you, darling, I think. Although round here it might not be saying all that much.
