Hello girls,
Tuesday.....where are these weeks going to I just don't know. My usual day for being at the RSPCA but they still won't have me back yet. It's nothing personal - just no over 70's allowed, so there are a few of us kicking our heels at home waiting for 'the call'.
I don't doubt Helen that you are actually a very good knitter so don't be so bashful. We all have talents (although I'm still looking for mine; they must be out there somewhere...) and as for being my little chick - of course you are, and a very much loved little chick. Mrs. Stone for instance has long been my little blonde bombshell and I tease her mercilessly about being 4ft. 10. She reminds me periodically that actually there are a couple of more inches on top of that - but - she's my little blonde bombshell and that's that.....
Glad to hear Barbara that your visit to the opticians went well. Yes, it sounds as if yours have got more up to date equipment than mine; but anyway, when I picked up my glasses on Sunday they were thankfully okay despite the constant smearing of the lens during the examination. She also told me that my cataracts have come on a bit since last year so I'm guessing that when I go next year for examining I might be told that surgical intervention will then be the order of the day......anyway, we'll have to wait and see.
Had a lovely surprise 'visitor' into the conservatory yesterday afternoon...a Tiger Moth. I'd just walked through and saw this amazing thing fluttering all over the windows trying to get out.......Never ceases me to stop wondering how, with all the space there is outside, these flying, or buzzing, or flapping things manage to find a two inch gap in window space in which to enter..... Anyway I stood watching this brightly coloured orange-y thing fluttering about all over the place - thinking to myself 'Oh what a beautiful butterfly - what on earth is it' but then it stopped and just sat on the glass, going into the classic delta-wing shape of a moth. I went up close to it to take note of its 'configuration'...yellow, orange and brown stripes in very striking slashes of colour with orange underwings with a dark dot on. Right - that memorised, I then went and got a jam jar from the kitchen and put my fluttering friend back outside. I went and got out my Girl's Guide to Butterflies and Moths and looked it up. I found there were a few with this kind of marbled colouring - just collectively called Tiger Moths, but this particular one most fitted the description of Wood Tiger. The book says it flies in north and central Europe and mostly northern and western Britain. So there you go. Nothing outlandishly special, but certainly not something I've ever seen before. What a lovely little treat I had!!
Right - i'm off to make inroads into the day job. The washing machine's just finished throwing things around so I'm now going outside to peg it on the line....'I may be sometime' as Captain Oates so famously once said (once I get in the garden I can't seem to stop myself from pottering) - but as for Captain Oates - Geoff has a cousin who lived for a number of years in the house in which Captain Oates lived. There is a staircase in that house which halfway up has a window done as a picture of stained glass dedicated to his memory. Very moving to see it actually.
