2012 — 29 February: Wednesday
The clock ticks ever on1 and I'm wondering if I have time for a quick dash to the foodie shop before the morning walk. [Pause] Yep. I even had time to scoop a dog poop off my drive. What charming people some of my canine chums own.
No-one could accuse it of being bright out there this morning, but it's pretty mild. Should be OK for walkies. [Pause] And, 6.6 miles later, back in time to field a "While you were out" card from Mr Postie and not quite in time to field a phone call from an 0800 number I don't recognise. It's 14:16 and I think I shall treat my freshly-showered bod to a fresh cuppa before the day gets much older.
I just managed...
... to catch this pair of beauties through my kitchen window before they flew off the Japanese cherry tree. No idea what they are, but they're bigger than a blackbird and smaller than a fat pigeon.
They are jays, I'm (kindly) informed. Thank you, Peter. And, indeed, Zeno.
Back again
This time with the items I forgot to pick up on my earlier trip to Waitrose (mysteriously, salads are absent from their shelves). My second visit there prompted a demand for a "rescan" of my intended purchases. Then I nipped out again for the little package Mr Postie chose not to leave on my doorstep:
One of the Grace Jones tracks was an earworm last Sunday for a while. I had no idea the lady was three years older than I am. Crikey.