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Baby Aliens, Books and Angels

 The BBC and ITV appear to be under the allusion that everyone in the land is VERY excited about the European Football Championships, and have consequently smothered their television schedules for the next three weeks with incessant coma-inducing football matches. This means I’ve had to make many book purchases from Kindle because the only TV programme to suit this viewer’s requirements over the next three weeks is the final of ‘The Great British Sewing Bee’ next Wednesday, and then that’s it. If the weather holds out, then the garden is going to find itself very well tended. If the weather turns, well, I now have a well-stocked Kindle App to fulfil my entertainment needs, plus a couple of sewing projects that sprang/sprung/ springed to mind this very day.

What is it with football? I’ve never seen the appeal. All that shouting and spitting, rolling around on the floor like truculent toddlers, being paid obscene amounts of money…I could go on, but I shan’t because I did a very lovely meditation session today and don’t want to reverse the calming effects by going on ‘Football is stupid’ rant. On to more important things…

The baby swallows are emerging! 


This one was born about 5 days ago and is now sitting with its head resting on the edge of the nest, its yellow wide mouthed beak open for permanent business. It has also grown a mohican hair do and therefore doesn’t look quite as hideously alien as it did on its birth day. We know another one has hatched since and there are 5 eggs altogether. Give it another two weeks and all five, hopefully, will be peeping away and filling the nest to the point of bursting from the top. 

I’ve been reading about angels today. Elementals that live in Nature. Unseen energy beings that hold this World and Universe together. How to connect with them and work with them. It’s fascinating stuff. Of course, many people are dismissive of the existence of angelic beings but those of us in the know, know better. I have very much reached the point in my life where I don’t care what other people think about what I do and believe, and it’s a very refreshing feeling. There’s a sense of freedom and personal well-being about this state of mind. Anyway, it’s all getting me in the mood to start Part 3 of my Healer training on Sunday. 

Andy is continuing his EBay selling frenzy and has amassed a goodly profit. We have decided that some of it will go on further developments in the garden. He’s added another raised bed this week which makes a total of seven now. We are going to construct a second pond in the orchard. This one will be more ornamental and have a solar powered fountain. And there will be some more roses going in. Our garden does roses very well. 

I was a bit worried about Bambino Bobble Wilson this week. He seemed, well, depressed. Still missing Flora? I know I do. But Andy the Vet assured me he (Bambino) was, in fact, behaving like a huge dollop of black cat covered in masses of thick fur trying to cope with hot weather by not moving around very much. That’s okay then. I’m not sure I can deal with more cat worries for another couple of years at least.

That’s all, I think. It’s been lovely to see the sunshine even though sunshine = heat = midges = Denise is bitten to pieces. I’ve been inspired to pick up the old writing hobby again. And I’ve probably eaten too many scones, if that’s at all possible.

Happy weekend, all! 


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