Wednesday, 25 June 2014

To add insult to injury

I have a poorly little toe today.  I succumbed to the need to wear flip-flops due to the current weather conditions, the result of which was that I managed to stub the little pinky on my right foot three times yesterday within the space of only a few hours.  Firstly on the corner of my plastic filing tray (which is on the floor btw - I wasn't doing any fancy high kicks), secondly on the corner of the cabinet in the sitting room (whilst trying to avoid the many things stacked beside Jon's chair) and lastly on the small amp in the 'office', when locking the door before going to bed.  The curses that uttered from my lips intensified in volume and coarseness with each event, the last being so loud that it was probably lucky there was no-one in the immediate vicinity.

This particular toe, by the way, has been brutalised on many occasions since the first time, back in the '70s I think it was, when I was practising my arabesques on the landing outside the bathroom where we used to live.  On that occasion, however, it suffered barbarically in that the foot of my leg hit the frame of the door as I lifted it, this contact culminating in my foot going one way and the little toe taking a different direction, for all intents and purposes, at a right angle. Now that did hurt and the painful upshot was that I couldn't get a shoe on for days because not only was it swollen, it wouldn't go back to its correct position either.

To cap it all, today I went into the aviary to feed the rescued magpie we are looking after; something I have been doing for the past couple of weeks.  The aviary is the one that is home to our Reeves pheasant - Vic.  Every day I have been going in, chatting cheerfully to Vic, then leaving without any bother. Yesterday I noticed he was a bit 'iffy' but today, just as I was leaving, he rushed me and pecked my leg. Now, that is the first time I have been attacked by a pheasant, and should - no doubt - just notch it up as one of those unique events in life.  

However, no pheasant is going to get the better of me.  I am not too sure whether it was the fact that he pecked me, or that he made a self-satisfying little noise as he did so, but, boy oh boy, did I scold him!  I can't remember exactly what I said - very loudly - but it was along the lines of 'Don't you dare do that again you little sod', and waggled my finger at him as I bent down and invaded his  ever-so-smug pheasant personal space. And do you know, I think he actually regretted his faux pas?  He looked at me with his little beady eye and backed away looking more than a little abashed. 

Tomorrow I shall be prepared for a possible re-match. He may well rue the day he crossed me, the little blighter.  

So here I am with a bruised, slightly swollen little toe on my right foot courtesy of various inanimate objects, and a neat, round red dot on my left leg, courtesy of a Reeves pheasant.  I can only hope that that is it for this week.   

Friday, 13 June 2014

85 today, 85 today, she's got the key of the door....

It is not only a full moon,  and Friday 13th, it is also a special day for my dear mother.


Happy 85th Birthday, Mum



Love you lots

xxxxx 


Monday, 9 June 2014

Happy Birthday time


Happy Birthday, Gavin

Smiley Faces





Have a great day!

Love from your mother-in-law xxxx


Smiley Faces

Friday, 2 May 2014

Family birthday time

Happy Birthday to my dear brother Ant



What better, whilst celebrating a family birthday, than a fun family photo to amuse?  A blast from the past with my mother looking - actually I am not too sure what frame of mind her expression is portraying - me looking.. erm..bored and, dare I say it, a bit sulky, and the star of today, my brother looking calm, cool and collected.  

Nothing like a family caravan holiday eh?  It would make a good 'wish you were here' postcard that's for sure.  



xxxxxx

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Birthday greetings

Happy Birthday to my darling eldest daughter,

Shoshannah 

Have a lovely day!

xxxx

Friday, 14 March 2014

Farewell Mister McGraw

Spider McGraw (aka The Orange Cat)
xxxx


1999- 2014








Bast, Sekhmet, we give you back your child.
Noble, regal, honourable cat.
Watch over him, and guide him on his way
to the spirit world.
May he be blessed in your names, 
and hunt ever after beside you.


Thank you Shoshannah and Gav for helping him start his last journey peacefully and with dignity, in your arms and surrounded by your love. xxxx

Wednesday, 25 December 2013