
Last night at sunset, looking through my bedroom window, I thought we were under attack from an alien space-ship with a very wide wing span. However, it soon transmogrified into clouds with the sun's rays shining through a gap. What a relief.
Our day has been more normal. We nipped out for essential shopping but, my own fault, I got up about an hour before going out. Hence, after we had just done Lidl I had to opt out and sit in the car while Y got a few items in Morrisons and put the 'glass' in the recycling skip. Then it was home and lie down flat again.
Around 10.30am the Long-tailed Tits visited. They are so camera shy I seldom saw one as clear of foliage as this one. Mostly they seems to flit about well within the canopy of leaves. This one seems to be only a chick and has probably yet to learn that 'furtiveness is a virtue' in his/her way of life.I spoke to David and, as you will see from his comment, we now have translations of his 'family speak' phrases.
Can 't disagree that 'drawing windows' is delightful for the condensation you can draw in, but my favourite is ' ramstamin', for that unmistakable stomping around in displeasure that children do. Come to think about it, I've known adults do it too. They've been great David and thanks for sharing.
For lunch Y had a sandwich and I had 2 roll-map herrings with a slice of bread & butter. The roll-mops come in a jar, from Lidl, and are as good as any I've ever tasted. For fellow Lidl fans they are on a shelf at the deli counter.
For main meal I cooked Barnsley chops, with the necessary tracklements and not, Bungus will be relieved to hear, Yorkshire puddings.
A relief to hear from both Reg (e-mail) and Roy's comment, that the Workshop at Durban House was a success. Reg makes a good point when he asks "How many more members do we actually need ?" On a good club night, clichés about tins of sardines spring to mind.
Comments......
Jill ..... Congratulations on your 'Twitcher of The Day" award from Roy. It is a chaffinch then, and he knows his birds. And their song. Last but one WoW I asked what bird a particularly loud and vigorous song was emanating from. He told me it was a Wren ! I've gone all these years thinking that Wrens made music in keeping with their tiny bodies. But I've been wrong.
On the right is a picture of the 'bellows". They allow precise control in close-up
photography. You can adjust with the knobs, the exact distance between lens and object and get precisely what you want sharply in focus. At least that's the theory ! This photographer is on a fairly steep learning curve in this area. When I have achieved some sort of 'result' I shall blog it.There sounds more to 'quick' crosswords than I was giving them credit for. My stance will be reviewed.
David ..... Thanks, as above. If it had just been the 'runs', without John in front, I think we would all have got it. And the teddy called 'cappadoodle' is great.
Do you remember 'Mr. Johnson' ?
Bungus .... Thanks for the praise for the rose picture. It has also done well on Ephotozine a free online photo magazine I subscribe to. So far it has collected 11 votes, as against my usual 4.
Re Rum..... While doing my Nat. Srvce in BAOR we had ersatz Rum which is an inferior substitute for the real thing. I've never drunk Rum of any variety since, it was so awful.
"be some different specie" was a straightforward typo. I was caught midway between "by some different....." and "could be some different ......."
About your "another outstanding failure to add to your C.V" - please see quotation later.
Roy ..... You are fully entitled to your position on ABBA. And I am quite sure you are not alone.
I am so far from being a music-buff that simple tunes and monotonous beats are necessary to get my attention at all. Anything more subtle goes straight over my head.
My Dad also called a sleeveless cardigan a 'wescot' . A proper 'waistcoat' was dismissed as a 'fancy westcot'.
So pleased to hear about the Durban House Workshop. We are so lucky to have kept our two young ladies. I'm looking forward to their output this coming season.
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Quotation slot ..........................
"No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar"
Donald Wayne Foster
n.b. It's worth opening the link because he sounds a very interesting chap. I've only skim-read his wiki-page but, if I can't sleep, I'll read it more carefully. Don't some people have some lovely jobs?
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