Thank you @lindisfel - that’s what I thought it would be - he does the same on the summer house windows.The Greattit can probably see another male in the glass.
Texas is place of contrast, when we birded there in the 90s, some lived in mansions and others in sheds as we came west to the Rio Grande from Houston, coming back we came along the coast through that dump of a place in the song ...Galveston.
We changed at Chicago and took a small plane south, the flight was sickly, the plane seemed be blown sideways all the time.
The airport at Chicago is interesting!
But the multilane roads in Houston were a shock to us country types!
Oh and we were prepared and told we should always have some money in our pockets to hand over if we were held up!
D.
Thank you @gennepher. I have not done any marbling before so have been playing with it this week - sometimes satisfying - sometimes downgraded to where odd bits of wrapping paper live. We have not seen many magpies in our garden - lots in our local park - chasing each other to establish territory.I think this painting is amazing @dunelm
The marbling looks fantastic.
And I love the magpie on that cherry blossom with those tiny spots of red.
It is a really satisfying painting to me. I know that sounds like an odd compliment.
On my cherry trees, which the magpies appear to have been fighting over the last few months, two magpies have claimed it as theirs. I am assuming they are male and female. But it would be a bad place to build a nest because of the high winds in this area and they are not all that protected there.
Had any cat fish, guys?Whoops, too much of this Covid about, fingers are working on muscle memory.
All that bin effort - sad next door neighbour. Hope that your boiler has actually been serviced. Lovely digital flowers.Fbg 6.7
My hands are still tired today.
I had the gas boiler service repair man yesterday.
The boiler cupboard had to be cleared out of a lot of very heavy stuff so the gas man could access it. I had nowhere to put it so it ended up outside on my large wooden swing.
This knackered my hands.
The The British Gas app and their software was also knackered. Wouldn't let me in saying my password was invalid. Then it wouldn't let me ask to put in a new one, and locked me out. And their no reply texts as well were knackered. It kept sending me hourly reports that the gas man was on his way, but this continued well after the gas boiler man had been and gone.Finally at 6 pm the British Gas texts said "We are very sorry but but the gas service man cannot make it today" ?!?!?
Who serviced my boiler?
Then there is a twist to this tale.
The black wheelie rubbish van came and emptied our wheelies while the gas man was here. They placed a black wheelie outside my bungalow. Then suddenly there were huge gusts of winds, and the black wheelie went head over heels to freedom down the road. Oh no. So, I told the gas man who had his head in my boiler that I was going to rescue the wheelie. I manage to grab the wheelie. But the gas service man came out of my house at that point and lowered his mask so I could lipread, and said he was done and I would get a report in the post from British Gas. Jumped in his van and left. And I am thinking but he hasn't done this and that, what they normally do for the service, and he has been here less than 20 minutes. And then I thought OMG I have left him unattended in my bungalow (I never do that). So I checked credit cards and my devices and everything seems present and correct.
But that is not the end of the story.
As I said above, British Gas kept sending me no reply texts for the next 6 hours that my gas service engineer was still on his way and would be with me soon, and finally the last text was around 6pm saying they were sorry but he could not make it today!?!
So that was me very anxious.
Then I could see someone banging on my door (I cannot hear anyone banging anyway). I don't answer strangers at my door, but they were insistent.
So I went to the side gate, and it was the wife of my horrid neighbour next door (she is not nice either). "You've got my wheelie" she said crossly. So, I am puzzled. Go and find the wheelie I brought in, and she is right. It is not my wheelie.
So, I bring it back out, and explain to her, the bin men left it outside my gate, and I had seen the huge gusts of wind blow it away immediately the bin men left, so I had gone racing down the road after it, and brought it in. Stony face looks at me, "You've got my wheelie" she demands again. (Oh for crying out loud, a thankyou would've been nice, after all I did rescue her wheelie from sudden death from passing lorries on the main road.) She didn't believe my story and thought I had stolen her wheelie. She wouldn't give me my wheelie until she had her wheelie in her grasping hands.
I came in, made a cuppa, and collapsed on the couch...
This morning my hands are still very tired. This is best I can do.
A bunch of digital flowers painted in Procreate...
View attachment 48786
Catfish, the Laphroaig of fish - no - and that is when no actually means ‘no’ and ‘never again’ at the same time. Like Pike but worserer!Had any cat fish, guys?
We had some from a takeway on the coast past Corpus Christi. They gave you so much I couldn't eat it all, it tasted extremely muddy. I had heard how much the Americans liked it and thought I would too.
For a palette trained on deep fried cod and haddock it wouldn't be my choice next time.
D.
Thanks @dunelmAll that bin effort - sad next door neighbour. Hope that your boiler has actually been serviced. Lovely digital flowers.
Goodness Gracious you do have some adventures, hope it was the gas man who visited.Fbg 6.7
My hands are still tired today.
I had the gas boiler service repair man yesterday.
The boiler cupboard had to be cleared out of a lot of very heavy stuff so the gas man could access it. I had nowhere to put it so it ended up outside on my large wooden swing.
This knackered my hands.
The The British Gas app and their software was also knackered. Wouldn't let me in saying my password was invalid. Then it wouldn't let me ask to put in a new one, and locked me out. And their no reply texts as well were knackered. It kept sending me hourly reports that the gas man was on his way, but this continued well after the gas boiler man had been and gone.Finally at 6 pm the British Gas texts said "We are very sorry but but the gas service man cannot make it today" ?!?!?
Who serviced my boiler?
Then there is a twist to this tale.
The black wheelie rubbish van came and emptied our wheelies while the gas man was here. They placed a black wheelie outside my bungalow. Then suddenly there were huge gusts of winds, and the black wheelie went head over heels to freedom down the road. Oh no. So, I told the gas man who had his head in my boiler that I was going to rescue the wheelie. I manage to grab the wheelie. But the gas service man came out of my house at that point and lowered his mask so I could lipread, and said he was done and I would get a report in the post from British Gas. Jumped in his van and left. And I am thinking but he hasn't done this and that, what they normally do for the service, and he has been here less than 20 minutes. And then I thought OMG I have left him unattended in my bungalow (I never do that). So I checked credit cards and my devices and everything seems present and correct.
But that is not the end of the story.
As I said above, British Gas kept sending me no reply texts for the next 6 hours that my gas service engineer was still on his way and would be with me soon, and finally the last text was around 6pm saying they were sorry but he could not make it today!?!
So that was me very anxious.
Then I could see someone banging on my door (I cannot hear anyone banging anyway). I don't answer strangers at my door, but they were insistent.
So I went to the side gate, and it was the wife of my horrid neighbour next door (she is not nice either). "You've got my wheelie" she said crossly. So, I am puzzled. Go and find the wheelie I brought in, and she is right. It is not my wheelie.
So, I bring it back out, and explain to her, the bin men left it outside my gate, and I had seen the huge gusts of wind blow it away immediately the bin men left, so I had gone racing down the road after it, and brought it in. Stony face looks at me, "You've got my wheelie" she demands again. (Oh for crying out loud, a thankyou would've been nice, after all I did rescue her wheelie from sudden death from passing lorries on the main road.) She didn't believe my story and thought I had stolen her wheelie. She wouldn't give me my wheelie until she had her wheelie in her grasping hands.
I came in, made a cuppa, and collapsed on the couch...
This morning my hands are still very tired. This is best I can do.
A bunch of digital flowers painted in Procreate...
View attachment 48786
He should have left you a report.Thanks @dunelm
So do I!
But I have no way of telling.
Thanks for the flower compliments.
Have a good day.
@lindisfel Catfish is slimy, muddy and an aquatic treat for 'gators. Not that I have a strong opinion on the matter ...Catfish, the Laphroaig of fish - no - and that is when no actually means ‘no’ and ‘never again’ at the same time. Like Pike but worserer!
Alligator is however very delish...worth a bite so to speak....Had any cat fish, guys?
We had some from a takeway on the coast past Corpus Christi. They gave you so much I couldn't eat it all, it tasted extremely muddy. I had heard how much the Americans liked it and thought I would too.
For a palette trained on deep fried cod and haddock it wouldn't be my choice next time.
D.
Fbg 6.7
My hands are still tired today.
I had the gas boiler service repair man yesterday.
The boiler cupboard had to be cleared out of a lot of very heavy stuff so the gas man could access it. I had nowhere to put it so it ended up outside on my large wooden swing.
This knackered my hands.
The The British Gas app and their software was also knackered. Wouldn't let me in saying my password was invalid. Then it wouldn't let me ask to put in a new one, and locked me out. And their no reply texts as well were knackered. It kept sending me hourly reports that the gas man was on his way, but this continued well after the gas boiler man had been and gone.Finally at 6 pm the British Gas texts said "We are very sorry but but the gas service man cannot make it today" ?!?!?
Who serviced my boiler?
Then there is a twist to this tale.
The black wheelie rubbish van came and emptied our wheelies while the gas man was here. They placed a black wheelie outside my bungalow. Then suddenly there were huge gusts of winds, and the black wheelie went head over heels to freedom down the road. Oh no. So, I told the gas man who had his head in my boiler that I was going to rescue the wheelie. I manage to grab the wheelie. But the gas service man came out of my house at that point and lowered his mask so I could lipread, and said he was done and I would get a report in the post from British Gas. Jumped in his van and left. And I am thinking but he hasn't done this and that, what they normally do for the service, and he has been here less than 20 minutes. And then I thought OMG I have left him unattended in my bungalow (I never do that). So I checked credit cards and my devices and everything seems present and correct.
But that is not the end of the story.
As I said above, British Gas kept sending me no reply texts for the next 6 hours that my gas service engineer was still on his way and would be with me soon, and finally the last text was around 6pm saying they were sorry but he could not make it today!?!
So that was me very anxious.
Then I could see someone banging on my door (I cannot hear anyone banging anyway). I don't answer strangers at my door, but they were insistent.
So I went to the side gate, and it was the wife of my horrid neighbour next door (she is not nice either). "You've got my wheelie" she said crossly. So, I am puzzled. Go and find the wheelie I brought in, and she is right. It is not my wheelie.
So, I bring it back out, and explain to her, the bin men left it outside my gate, and I had seen the huge gusts of wind blow it away immediately the bin men left, so I had gone racing down the road after it, and brought it in. Stony face looks at me, "You've got my wheelie" she demands again. (Oh for crying out loud, a thankyou would've been nice, after all I did rescue her wheelie from sudden death from passing lorries on the main road.) She didn't believe my story and thought I had stolen her wheelie. She wouldn't give me my wheelie until she had her wheelie in her grasping hands.
I came in, made a cuppa, and collapsed on the couch...
This morning my hands are still very tired. This is best I can do.
A bunch of digital flowers painted in Procreate...
View attachment 48786
Fbg 6.7
My hands are still tired today.
I had the gas boiler service repair man yesterday.
The boiler cupboard had to be cleared out of a lot of very heavy stuff so the gas man could access it. I had nowhere to put it so it ended up outside on my large wooden swing.
This knackered my hands.
The The British Gas app and their software was also knackered. Wouldn't let me in saying my password was invalid. Then it wouldn't let me ask to put in a new one, and locked me out. And their no reply texts as well were knackered. It kept sending me hourly reports that the gas man was on his way, but this continued well after the gas boiler man had been and gone.Finally at 6 pm the British Gas texts said "We are very sorry but but the gas service man cannot make it today" ?!?!?
Who serviced my boiler?
Then there is a twist to this tale.
The black wheelie rubbish van came and emptied our wheelies while the gas man was here. They placed a black wheelie outside my bungalow. Then suddenly there were huge gusts of winds, and the black wheelie went head over heels to freedom down the road. Oh no. So, I told the gas man who had his head in my boiler that I was going to rescue the wheelie. I manage to grab the wheelie. But the gas service man came out of my house at that point and lowered his mask so I could lipread, and said he was done and I would get a report in the post from British Gas. Jumped in his van and left. And I am thinking but he hasn't done this and that, what they normally do for the service, and he has been here less than 20 minutes. And then I thought OMG I have left him unattended in my bungalow (I never do that). So I checked credit cards and my devices and everything seems present and correct.
But that is not the end of the story.
As I said above, British Gas kept sending me no reply texts for the next 6 hours that my gas service engineer was still on his way and would be with me soon, and finally the last text was around 6pm saying they were sorry but he could not make it today!?!
So that was me very anxious.
Then I could see someone banging on my door (I cannot hear anyone banging anyway). I don't answer strangers at my door, but they were insistent.
So I went to the side gate, and it was the wife of my horrid neighbour next door (she is not nice either). "You've got my wheelie" she said crossly. So, I am puzzled. Go and find the wheelie I brought in, and she is right. It is not my wheelie.
So, I bring it back out, and explain to her, the bin men left it outside my gate, and I had seen the huge gusts of wind blow it away immediately the bin men left, so I had gone racing down the road after it, and brought it in. Stony face looks at me, "You've got my wheelie" she demands again. (Oh for crying out loud, a thankyou would've been nice, after all I did rescue her wheelie from sudden death from passing lorries on the main road.) She didn't believe my story and thought I had stolen her wheelie. She wouldn't give me my wheelie until she had her wheelie in her grasping hands.
I came in, made a cuppa, and collapsed on the couch...
This morning my hands are still very tired. This is best I can do.
A bunch of digital flowers painted in Procreate...
View attachment 48786
Thank you @lindisfel - that’s what I thought it would be - he does the same on the summer house windows.
You and @BRSBRI are spot on about Texas - We liked Austin and San Antonio - oh, and a place called Luckenbach and the Nimitz Museum in Fredericksburg - the rest - hm!
It's a tick box so I keep in with their good books. I do everything they ask; but when it doesn't apply or doesn't work, I tell them...and have a discussion...Good luck with that, try not to fall asleep.
Hi Ian,I've been to Galveston. The song's great but the place is horrifying. You're so right. @lindisfel There's a brill steakhouse in Austin not far from Dell - where the tornado chop lasted me 2 days as they cut it off the bone for sandwiches, and I had it cold. In those halcyon days, I could eat bread. Sigh.
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