Viewing things differently
been back again. I love to see him dancing on the lawn in circles and chasing
the rabbits from our garden. The stoat with its little black ended tail and
cute white bib seems to be everywhere. It is an interesting diversion as I sit
in the sunroom to convalesce after my operation.
creature that I love watching is the blackbird as it searches for worms on our
lawn then when it thinks no one is looking it flies up to feed its nestlings in
the confer hedge. It all relieves the boredom whilst I regain my strength.
he knew (but he did not) a friend called by the other day. We had not seen him
for many years. How welcome he was. We all sat out in the sun chatting about
how life used to be.
is the same after COVID.”
heard that so many times. Perhaps it is more difficult for some of us to pick
up the threads of our earlier life. I have also noticed a lot of talk about the
tablets we take, someone I know writes the cocktail on her wrist as a daily
prompt. When I came home from hospital it was hard to know what to take and when,
but a young friend, Sarah, said that I could use my health app (the one which
counts your steps) on my mobile. I simply tapped in the name and strength of my
tablets and when I have to swallow them. Then every day up pops a reminder at
the right time, there is even a picture of what they look like. A sign of the times.
sign of the times is that my friend has had solar panels installed and when it
is sunny, she can see the electricity being generated. A lovely sunny day
prompted her neighbours to rush out to their washing lines to peg out their washing,
but Sarah put her washing in the tumble dryer and dried her clothes for free
with the generated electricity. I always thought it was cheaper to hang washing
I am alerted by the loud alarm call of the blackbird as he hovers and flaps
around his nest in the conifer. He makes a hiccoughing noise and our hen, Speckles,
joins in the alarm as if she has laid a surprise egg. The robin started its
ticking alarm call and crashed into our sunroom window (but was well enough to
fly away). It is then that I see the stoat running off with its head held high
holding a baby blackbird in its mouth. I have changed my mind about stoats.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star - Thursday)