Monthly Archives: November 2017

Two robins in one week? I know – but bear with me. Since Monday’s admission that my life was on the verge of being utterly out of control, I’ve donned my doing-a-passable-impersonation-of-an-administrator hat, and have: Ordered C* food; Ordered C* … Continued

“A what did you say?” said R. “A skein.” “Like when cotton is wound round itself?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Ah – now you’re asking. No idea.” I’ve researched the term, so you didn’t have to, but I’m afraid I still don’t … Continued

I needed to get a routine set of blood tests taken about (ahem) three weeks ago; so today R and I went into Stratford, where he dropped me at the hospital before going off to play with his mate the … Continued

It’s beginning to look a lot like – Oh, do be quiet. I suppose I’d better shape up and start thinking about the upcoming festive season. The problem is that I’m running so far behind myself at the moment, that … Continued

Though a happy person by nature, Marion occasionally found herself wondering what a different kind of life might be like…. R and I went for our walk this afternoon to Charlecote, where we were told that the rut was still … Continued

A morning of admin, followed by the reward of lunch in Stratford with R. We’d intended to shop for some presents for the Offspring afterwards, but I confess that all we managed to choose were lovely, though entirely unnecessary, festive … Continued

I frittered away much of the day on I’m not sure what exactly, other than two hours that I spent researching on behalf of the Bride-To-Be; I accidentally took a call from her this morning which had been intended for … Continued

The black dog has been lurking at my heels for the last few days, but was thoroughly dismissed today when I spent several happy hours at Draycote Water in Warwickshire, a birding site I’d never visited before. It’s a bit … Continued

Having spotted me at the window with the camera, he was checking to see if he thought it was safe to go to the seed feeder; in the end he decided that the fat ball feeder, which was closer to … Continued

This morning began badly: I was torn between the inability to bend over to get a loaf of bread out of the bread bin, and the impossibility of having any kind of civilized discourse with my long-suffering life partner before … Continued