Another good luck sign today - I went into the laundry to check on the baby swallows (I know, I just can’t help myself) and one of them pooped on my head! Yes, dear reader - today was Swallow Fledge Day! Two of them were perched on convenient, and large, nails fixed in the next beam across from the beam ‘pon which their nest is attached. They are testing the air waves, as it were.
Here is one of them. This was NOT the one that pooped on me...
I told Andy, and he said, ‘Is it lucky to be pooped on by a bird? Is it? Is it??’ And I said yes, it jolly well is, because it was what I had been told in my childhood, but then I am from down South and he is from oop t’North and heaven knows what weird beliefs they have up there. I know I looked at him askance the first time he said, ‘Butter me no parsnips.’ I’ve not asked since.
Anyway, I went and had a shower because although it is lucky to pooped on by a bird, it doesn’t do much for one’s sartorial elegance.
Message from Dear Daughter arrived, all full of excitement, announcing she is being immortalised by her old grammar school, which was also my old grammar school and my mother’s grammar school before that. It’s a family thing. Having been Head Girl in 2005/6, Dear Daughter’s name is being engraved as such on a new roll of honour thingy. She says she plans to return to the school when she is 90 and point it out to all the young things who are attending in 2078, as it will be then. I remember her preparing her Head Girl election campaign. It involved a bubble machine and the wise words of Winnie the Pooh. It was cutting edge stuff and I think our ‘leaders’ could learn a lot from it.
We are currently awaiting the delivery of a not inconsiderable lorry load of wood, with which we (and when I say ‘we’ I mean ‘Andy’) are going to create the Raised Vegetable Beds. There will be eight altogether, each one 10 feet by 4 feet. I say this in a very blasé way, but I suspect when they are all built I’ll look at them and go, ‘Cor blimey - that’s a lot of veg.’ Still, it’s what we wanted a big garden for, and I can always fill up a couple of them with enormous flowers, like gladioli or chrysanthemums. It’s the next step on our garden journey.
All is good then! I continue to enjoy avoiding the media, news etc etc and it makes life far more pleasant, this being oblivious to all that is going on outside of my world. I also had a marvellous day at the weekend with my chum, Vera, and feel very invigorated and heartened by all we talked about. And the cake we ate. And the ice cream.
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