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Just for those of a certain demographic 
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Our delivery drivers have started a new game. They are delivering to the right house number but wrong street. So the game is 'find the street'
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Mrs J thanks you for the comments on painting.
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Some truth in that Ian...Just for those of a certain demographic
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Is that the game @Krystyna23040 that comes with photos, and is on the local internet neighbourhood site? "Whose front door is this?" along with (the last one I saw), "Who has my Huel parcel, this is not my front door"
I have a new game for you.
Yesterday I was in my front garden, and the post lady appeared. I have never seen this one before, and she doesn't know me from Adam. And I could have been some weird person foraging about in other peoples' front gardens. The post lady proceeds to take out a package, a second package, some postcards and a n official letter, pops them under my car windscreen wipers, takes a photo of my mail and packages tucked under my windscreen wipers, and says I'll just leave them here, and off she toddles.
My letter box was only another 3 metres away...
My jaw dropped...
So, the new game is, 'Find the windscreen wiper your mail is tucked under'.
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Parcels piling up Be careful. Like books, parcels can cause no end of trouble if too many of them end up in the same proximity. Thanks for the art comments and yes, the detailed ones take such a long time. I am working one one at the moment, on and off - two days now. Should be finished by the weekend I hope.
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Good morning from a sunburst in the morning glory of a start here in the dark and dangerous north. That looks to change in an hour or so. Nice while it lasts. Bin day, and already the general waste bins are out on the street to claim a good view for the parade. I fear we will miss it as Mrs Miggins has suggested a ‘run out’. Rosedale has been mentioned so I guess the White Horse Farm Hotel, overlooking Rosedale Abbey for lunch. It’s part way up Chimney Bank which shares the title of steepest road in England with Hardknott Pass in Cumbria.
Art bit - a rework -and still working on another and another … Have a great Thursday if you decide to. I am off for an early koffy, the spelling of which is much debated.
Art bit - a rework -and still working on another and another … Have a great Thursday if you decide to. I am off for an early koffy, the spelling of which is much debated.
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Now that is taking the 'find your parcel game' to a whole new level @gennepher. Really scary that she would do that - especially as she was delivering an official letter to you
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That was a step too far wasn't it @Krystyna23040
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Pouring with rain when I woke up.
No Midnight on the swing this morning, so I was momentarily panicking, because he is always there at that time.
I go out with food and dishes, and Midnight emerges from under the large wooden swing. There is some tarpaulin under there covering some stuff. It was colder as well as wet last night.
There was obviously another cat hovering in the undergrowth, because Midnight kept looking. It might have been Jade, but I could see nothing. So I put another double bowl of cat food in the undergrowth. It had vanished next time I looked.
Yesterday, Midnight never left my side, or garden, all day. He was either on my coir mats by my feet as I was working at my makeshift desk at my bedroom door. Or he was on the ledge of the swing (barely an arms length away from me) watching me work on my devices, or writing postcards and letters.
Then when I was working on my raised bed (as in on old garden chairs) vegetable garden, he got back on the feather cushion on the thatched swing (but as you probably remember, the blackbirds stole the thatch to make their nests, so it is tarpaulin covered now, with camouflage netting on it...looks odd, but is totally waterproof...), and Midnight settled down to a relaxing chilled out sleep. Each time I passed him he opened his eyes, chirruped, so I scritched his head. I was wearing protective gardening gloves after my hand swelled the other day, although it was an insect bite, but Midnight wasn't fazed by this large object descending on his head. He knew it was a part of me.
Then he went in a deep relaxed sleep, except his eye opened for a tiny peek to check it was me passing him. This is the first time he has not got off the swing and run up the garden when I have walked past him.
The Bluetit family are still coming in two halves, that is Dad with one baby bluetit, then he leaves, and mum comes in with the other two babies. Dad has a different kind of parenting to Mum Bluetit. He flies in, calls baby. Baby Bluetit comes in, and he feeds the baby from the fatballs. Then he flies away, leaving the baby in his charge alone in the garden. The baby feeds off different feeders, does a bit of investigating, gets into a couple of scrapes, then finally flies out of the garden. Mum Bluetit, by comparison, ushers the two babies in her charge into the garden to her favoured fatball feeder. The two baby bluetits sit obediently on the branch to be fed by Mum Bluetit. They want to feed themselves on the feeders, but Mum insists they stay on the branch, until the banshee Mr Blackbird sweeps through them, uttering his terrible cries. Whereupon the two baby bluetits flee into the bushy leaves, and Mum proceeds to carry on feeding them in the leaves. Then Mum and babies leave together.
Mr Blackbird lost his temper badly yesterday. The GreatTit and his two babies had come to the newer fatball feeder I had put up for them, and when they left, Mr Blackbird came in and viciously attacked that fatball feeder. He was not feeding but furiously emptying the feeder of the fatballs.
Sigh...
He is not a normal male blackbird.
Little Miss (teenage sparrow extraordinaire) keeps popping in, but I do not know what her latest project is...
Ravens are flying overhead, seagulls are swirling. Mr Blackbird is doing his screeching flypasts.
And higher up in the sky, stranger birds (to this garden), are going about their business, some in twos, some singly, some slow, some ambling, some at the speed of a bullet train, but all appear to have an apparent purpose in mind.
The buzzards haven't arrived yet, but they 'play' in the thermals from the steelworks.
Creative this morning is a digital painting of mine put in Tiny Planets and fartnarkled a bit. And a few silhouettes...
Time for a nap. I woke up too early, 3:30, just in time to see Mr Blackbird start his flypasts.
A nice hot cuppa first, I think...
Pouring with rain when I woke up.
No Midnight on the swing this morning, so I was momentarily panicking, because he is always there at that time.
I go out with food and dishes, and Midnight emerges from under the large wooden swing. There is some tarpaulin under there covering some stuff. It was colder as well as wet last night.
There was obviously another cat hovering in the undergrowth, because Midnight kept looking. It might have been Jade, but I could see nothing. So I put another double bowl of cat food in the undergrowth. It had vanished next time I looked.
Yesterday, Midnight never left my side, or garden, all day. He was either on my coir mats by my feet as I was working at my makeshift desk at my bedroom door. Or he was on the ledge of the swing (barely an arms length away from me) watching me work on my devices, or writing postcards and letters.
Then when I was working on my raised bed (as in on old garden chairs) vegetable garden, he got back on the feather cushion on the thatched swing (but as you probably remember, the blackbirds stole the thatch to make their nests, so it is tarpaulin covered now, with camouflage netting on it...looks odd, but is totally waterproof...), and Midnight settled down to a relaxing chilled out sleep. Each time I passed him he opened his eyes, chirruped, so I scritched his head. I was wearing protective gardening gloves after my hand swelled the other day, although it was an insect bite, but Midnight wasn't fazed by this large object descending on his head. He knew it was a part of me.
Then he went in a deep relaxed sleep, except his eye opened for a tiny peek to check it was me passing him. This is the first time he has not got off the swing and run up the garden when I have walked past him.
The Bluetit family are still coming in two halves, that is Dad with one baby bluetit, then he leaves, and mum comes in with the other two babies. Dad has a different kind of parenting to Mum Bluetit. He flies in, calls baby. Baby Bluetit comes in, and he feeds the baby from the fatballs. Then he flies away, leaving the baby in his charge alone in the garden. The baby feeds off different feeders, does a bit of investigating, gets into a couple of scrapes, then finally flies out of the garden. Mum Bluetit, by comparison, ushers the two babies in her charge into the garden to her favoured fatball feeder. The two baby bluetits sit obediently on the branch to be fed by Mum Bluetit. They want to feed themselves on the feeders, but Mum insists they stay on the branch, until the banshee Mr Blackbird sweeps through them, uttering his terrible cries. Whereupon the two baby bluetits flee into the bushy leaves, and Mum proceeds to carry on feeding them in the leaves. Then Mum and babies leave together.
Mr Blackbird lost his temper badly yesterday. The GreatTit and his two babies had come to the newer fatball feeder I had put up for them, and when they left, Mr Blackbird came in and viciously attacked that fatball feeder. He was not feeding but furiously emptying the feeder of the fatballs.
Sigh...
He is not a normal male blackbird.
Little Miss (teenage sparrow extraordinaire) keeps popping in, but I do not know what her latest project is...
Ravens are flying overhead, seagulls are swirling. Mr Blackbird is doing his screeching flypasts.
And higher up in the sky, stranger birds (to this garden), are going about their business, some in twos, some singly, some slow, some ambling, some at the speed of a bullet train, but all appear to have an apparent purpose in mind.
The buzzards haven't arrived yet, but they 'play' in the thermals from the steelworks.
Creative this morning is a digital painting of mine put in Tiny Planets and fartnarkled a bit. And a few silhouettes...
Time for a nap. I woke up too early, 3:30, just in time to see Mr Blackbird start his flypasts.
A nice hot cuppa first, I think...
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Nice report.
Bit of a townie, and while aware of birds rarely take any notice or know much about various species/breeds.
So looked and found this useful for gauging sizes
https://www.gardenhealth.com/advice/birds-and-wildlife/bird-identifier-guide
And the artwork looks like a giant snakes, eye. Mmhh
..I like those colours in it 
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I really love Mrs J's.painting @alf_Josiah
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@dunelm Lunch at the White Horse Farm Hotel sounds really lovely
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Hello from what an Estate Agent might try to call the Exotic East. In summary it is Summery here and likely so to stay for a few days I should be thankful to God for all the seasons but in all honesty summer is the one where I sense his love most. Interesting time spent watching football with a Welsh commentary where suddenly the words Norrington Davies and Bale were heard. Groceries incoming all the way from MK City later. One granddaughter is here all day then school run for her big brother. @gennepher such observation of and care for those birds and cats; thanks for the very colourful creative. @dunelm a day early for bins here as we are still catching up from Platy Jubes. Thank you for the art and enjoy the ride out and meal. Anything above Sea Level is counted as a hill in these parts. If anyone is interested here are some recipes - I’m not keen on salt, pepper and cream but they could be fartnarkled. Anyone able to keep count of what number reset our World King is on now? Enjoy your day whilst allowing the rest of mankind to live their best life.
I should be thankful to God for all the seasons but in all honesty summer is the one where I sense his love most. Interesting time spent watching football with a Welsh commentary where suddenly the words Norrington Davies and Bale were heard. Groceries incoming all the way from MK City later. One granddaughter is here all day then school run for her big brother. @gennepher such observation of and care for those birds and cats; thanks for the very colourful creative. @dunelm a day early for bins here as we are still catching up from Platy Jubes. Thank you for the art and enjoy the ride out and meal. Anything above Sea Level is counted as a hill in these parts. If anyone is interested here are some recipes - I’m not keen on salt, pepper and cream but they could be fartnarkled. Anyone able to keep count of what number reset our World King is on now? Enjoy your day whilst allowing the rest of mankind to live their best life.
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6.0 this morning. The little Methodist Church in our village definitely has has someone looking after it - keeping it safe.
Last night a class member from an earlier class attended the last class instead of her earlier class. Everyone left and Mr K was helping me pack up. Class member returned and said that she was very concerned about a very bright light against the curtains in the window. We went into the church to investigate and found a very powerful spotlight was on. The very hot bulb was resting on the fabric blind. Both were absolutely red hot.
It must have been on for hours and could easily have started a fire if it had been left on any longer. The hall I use is at the back of the building and we would never had known it was on if the class member hadn't noticed it from the front carpark.
Last night a class member from an earlier class attended the last class instead of her earlier class. Everyone left and Mr K was helping me pack up. Class member returned and said that she was very concerned about a very bright light against the curtains in the window. We went into the church to investigate and found a very powerful spotlight was on. The very hot bulb was resting on the fabric blind. Both were absolutely red hot.
It must have been on for hours and could easily have started a fire if it had been left on any longer. The hall I use is at the back of the building and we would never had known it was on if the class member hadn't noticed it from the front carpark.
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..... spooky post
