I’m never happier when life swings between the sublime and the ridiculous, I’m just not very good at dull; this week has been classic. If we take Monday to Thursday for example, publishable highlights included
Hugging a tree
Some dual celebrations, Joe’s 13th birthday and our 20th wedding anniversary on the same day, those of you who are swift at sums will clock that Joe’s 18th birthday is on the same day as our silver wedding anniversary, we keep threatening him with a joint party. This isn’t what he had in mind
I went to London, it wasn’t until after the event I worked out it must be about 25 years since I arrived in London by train and that is why the concourse outside the station seems to have sprouted a tower block or two in my absence, it took me a moment to get my bearings. My colleague is either the perfect host or she must have been concerned for me and ‘my rural ways’ arriving in the big city, she set out from the office to meet me, we met in an Abbey Road moment, when we walked slap bang into one another on a pedestrian crossing. Small place London.
I met a laidback dog and friendly gorilla
I had a drink or two with a guy, who despite being in his 6th decade is about to celebrate his fourth birthday.
Tom had a tooth out to make way for some orthodontic jiggery pokery, despite Mr Uhdd and I fretting ( we both still carry the memories of teeth extraction circa 1960’s ) it was a piece of sugar free cake. All over in under 30min including the local anaesthetic, three cheers for NHS dentists (got to love the tooth fairy envelope.)
Tom goes back next week for another one out.
Tom and I took a detour because the road to nowhere is closed for a month
(which is a huge pain, because as far as I am concerned it is the road to everywhere.) During our detour (we went the longer scenic route rather than the A road recommended diversion) a helicopter landed in front of our eyes, we were actually hoping to find an ice cream van.
We’ve had frosty nights and sunny days with a cloudless sky (the planes are back in the skies, I preferred it without them, but my sister in law and family would dearly like to get home from Spain.) The birds are singing, curlews are in down in the bottom field and blue tits are nesting in the barn and I’ve seen a swallow or two. Spring has arrived
It is only Saturday lunch time, I’ve a day and a half to go yet; what else is on the horizon