I know that you might think that living in the country we do not get to see people very much. And it is true that I cannot walk out of my door and have a natter with a next door neighbour and I can’t just pop in to a cafe and catch up with friends who happen to be there. But you would be surprised how often I do meet up with friends – it’s just that you have to make more of an effort and it all has to be arranged and planned and when we do meet – we never stop taking – you see there is so much to say after only having our pets for company. Well, anyway, I am trying to tell you about what happened last night. Now the nights are drawing in we all agreed to meet up for an evening meal in our nearest town to cheer ourselves up. I offered to pick up a friend in a nearby village and drive to the nearest town miles away. What a good time we had catching up on news and ... well, just talking to a person and not a cat or bees or the like. But at the end of the evening I was dismayed to find tha
Here come the butterflies searching for flowers rich in nectar This is the Peacock with the Holly Blue butterfly They are back! Now the buddleias are in flower the butterflies are here to drink their nectar. I especially love seeing the beautiful red ones. There are whites too, of course, they have been here for some time. We don’t like the whites as much, because they lay eggs on our cabbage plants and, when their larvae hatch, they eat the leaves. But there is another ‘white’ butterfly that has just appeared. It is not quite white, in fact, this is the male and is very yellowy, the yellow of butter. I wonder if this where ‘butter-flies’ got their name. The female is harder to spot as she is a cream colour. I like them in the garden because they do not eat our cabbages, their caterpillars eat buckthorn leaves. Once you have seen them with their big yellow wings flopping around you will never mistake them for cabbage whites. There is something else flopping around our garden, but
“They must think I know nothing.” I was in the hairdresser’s having my hair cut yesterday. As I have grown older my hair has gone more and more unruly. When I leave, I will look quite respectable but as soon as I wash it all the good work has gone. It does its own thing again and flies away. “It’s as if I haven’t learnt a thing or two as I have grown older.” This woman was about my age, but her hair looked immaculate even before she had it cut and styled. I do not know how some people do it. “They must think we are stupid,” she persisted. I thought at first, she was talking about our MPs, but no, she was talking about her children. She was going to a wedding in London and they had asked her if she could manage the journey. She said that she had worked in London for most of her life and of course, knew her way around. She had quite a lot of treatments on her hair with silver paper and a guided heater. She looked beautiful of course. Afterwards, I had to go to the hospita
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