This is a high speed posting in case you might fancy I have dropped off the universe. I have not. It was Father’s day on Sunday; the S&H announced he was bringing himself and his family.
I am not as fast a learner as I wish I were. I spent a couple of days tidying up. The OH announced he could see dust under the dining table when he was sitting in his easy chair and, amazingly, fetched a mop and bucket and washed part of the floor. It was surprising but not the miracle of washing the entire floor one might have wished for, if wishing for clean floors, rather than achieving them, had been the aim.
Following the visit it took Sunday evening and the whole of Monday to tidy up again, including removing enough crumbs from underneath the table to feed a small third world country.
Before all of this and during the work up there was a pleasant distraction in the form of wildlife and tame life. I have recently discovered that the garden birds are so enthusiastic about the Range’s range of wildly tasty suet pellets with insects (who is the chef, where do they get all the insects from?) that I have had to invest in a new bird feeder when assorted corvidae destroyed one of those hanging off the fence. I replaced it with a metal feeder, filled with pellets and sunflower hearts.
Along came the squirrel who is almost undetectable behind the feeder.
However, next door’s cat is a very good detective. She is grey with a white bib, which she is aware makes her rather more visible than she would like. So
having positioned herself, wonderfully hidden beneath the lilies, excessively hopefully poised for vertical take off, she realises that her white bib is high viz for squirrels so, in between glancing at the object of her dentition, she scrunches down, looking at the ground to hide her white bib.
Too late, the squirrel has spotted her and is off
even though the cat is now engaged in extra dark crouching, chin down.
Free entertainment. Back to vacuuming the carpet to make room for crumbs.
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