sunday reminiscent of a more boreal clime
sungod
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sub-nippy and misty
may add lights for ride in case it gets murky in the sticks, cafes and more lazing
sub-nippy and misty
may add lights for ride in case it gets murky in the sticks, cafes and more lazing
my bike - faster than god's and twice as shiny
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Today is a run and then the running show at the nec. Later is obviously the pub
Very Christmassy looking outside, mercury indicating close to -5 Brrrrrr
Could be an off-road ride day as I donโt fancy the roads at all
Beer and darts later on the cards
Drizzly, drizzly, drizzly. Managed 4.5 hours in the garden yesterday despite the weather and my back playing up.
Today will be mowstly taxi duties and a bit of tidying up.
Beans is currently waving his tail at the sight of the birds as it''s morning quarantine time.
He growled a lot at a crow yesterday whilst on the windowsill.
Which reminds me:
Imprinting
Tuppence. Not my preference for the name of a cat.
Tuppence's mother got hit by a car 4 days after she and 3 other beautiful tabbies were born. Mum survived but stopped producing milk. She would clean them but then get irritated at the kittens trying to suckle.
My then boss's wife fed them by hand for weeks and through the night to start with.
I arrived at the house to witness this tiny wedge shape kitten climb stairs - to the litter tray. Toilet trained at 3 weeks!... and then she came down the mountain and sat in front of the washing machine watching it go round and round and round.
I was totally endeared to this thing and decided to give her after being offered her to mum as she had just lost the last of the cat clan.
Tuppence mewed mercilessly in her box in the car on the drive up and I was hesitant to get her out in case she got under the pedals but she was as good as gold and sat playing with the drawstring on my joggy pants or sat on my shoulder looking at the things going by through the night until... Westmoreland.
There was a fish tank in the back I was giving to a friend with newspaper to line it and keep stuff from rattling/breaking and she crawled off. Not knowing where she went to... and after a short while, the car filled with a stench. For the next 20 odd miles in winter where opening the window wasn't much fun until I got to the service station, it was a bit of a reach. This woman filling up and passing by noticed this thing mewing, unable to get out of the slippery glass tank and she said to me 'oh she's gorgeous, you can't keep her in there'. I then opened the door and asked her to have a sniff... My impromptu and willing assistant held her while I cleaned up.
Tuppence was an odd sort of cat; liked Bailey's, hid small potatoes everywhere. Who knows what the psychological effect of being hand reared and sometimes scalded by mum when she was only following her instinct.
Dougal, these cows are small and those cows are far away.
I returned later after spending the time doing a short 8 week contract in Leicester (for my sins). The now spritely, slightly less wedge shaped, lithe kitten had big ideas.
She spotted a crow at high up in the Sycamore tree at the top of the garden and she was off. Clambering up the tree and up and up and a few more crows flew in... but they didn't move for the mighty Tuppence, queen of all she surveys. In fact it was worse, they started climbing down towards her and she froze.
I got a bit concerned and sent daft Spaniel (who was observing the kitten just like us from the comfort of the old conservatory) towards the tree barking when I said 'where's Tuppence?... go fetch Tuppence'. But that was non-consequential and I had to shout at them and throw some pebbles as they got very close to the then petrified cat.
I got a ladder to get part way up the tree, then climbed the rest and then peeled the cat from the tree.
From then on and for the rest of her life, seeing a crow would illicit crouching, tail waving and growling. If a slightly larger bird of any description landed in the garden in sight, whilst she was outside, she would leg it indoors.
Foot notes:
Tuppence had no tuition and therefore couldn't hunt for toffee. I once saw her stake out a mousehole and about an hour later she was still there. I went to see her as she was statue still... and fast asleep and snoring.
One fine day, she caught a mouse in the hedge! A miracle! The mouse was wriggling furiously in her soft maw but then the strangest thing happened - she walked with her mouse and then dropped the mouse (quite deliberately) into the pond and promptly sat down and watched as this mouse swam across and out and ran away.
much ice and glinting frostiness, and at the summit of london, whitestone pond has frozen over, pot holes are multiplying fast
only a smidge of ground mist, quite pleasant sitting in the sun outside cafe two
Kids football party to contend with later, in the meantime, accounts...
This time next week I'll be several hundred meters higher and several degrees colder. Cannot bloomin wait!
Off to the old dear's shortly for a visit, might drive into the office tomorrow if the driving isn't a problem. Exciting stuff.
If I could ride I'd definitely advise off road Mr Croker
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