The calendar says it’s still February but there are signs of spring everywhere – crocuses and daffodils peeking their heads out to check the weather and new-born lambs gambolling in the fields. Still, the calendar says it’s still February and the bitterly freezing arctic winds and the heavy frosts suggest that winter’s not done yet!
We had Bubble overnight on Tuesday which is always a great treat. This was her half-term break from school and Lucy had an overnight engagement in London. So we collected her on Tuesday afternoon and tried to keep her moderately amused and entertained for the day and overnight. She and Penny did a mountain of sewing and made “taggies” for Max and her other new cousin, Carra-Rae who belongs to Lucy’s brother James and his wife Cassandra. She and Grandma went shopping and Bubble selected all the material and the ribbons used for the tags. They turned out great and no doubt Max and Carra-Rae will be suitably impressed.
When I returned from spinning at the gym on Wednesday morning I was entertained to a magnificent performance of the two teddies. It’s clear that Bubble and Grandma had been rehearsing this presentation for hours – it was sensational. The story revolved around one teddy which was a prince and another teddy who was looking for love. After a number of adventures they found each other, fell in love and lived happily ever after. What are the chances of that?
No walk with the walking group this week. Some folks who actually work for a living had asked if a walk might be staged occasionally on a Saturday. So, Pen and I went across the fields and along some disused railway lines on a reconnaissance mission to see if this particular walk would be suitable, which it was. Regrettably, we were off to London yesterday for a visit to the theatre with our good friends Sue & Stuart and Sue & Dave. Thankfully, another walker offered to lead the walk but I’m not sure how large a turnout they had – some of our “regular” walkers had previously conveyed their apologies as they couldn’t make Saturday either. We’ll await the feedback.
I have to admit to being somewhat alarmed by the following headline I spotted in the Guardian this week:
As someone who grew up in the delightful community of Arcadia in Southern California, I was surprised to learn that it was owned by Philip Green, the disgraced former owner of the BHS chain of stores in the UK which went into receivership following his stewardship. You will be surprised to learn that he personally extracted several hundred million pounds from the company leaving a huge deficit in the pension fund and thousands of employees with no jobs and no pension. Ain’t capitalism great?
And finally, I saw this “tweet” reported somewhere:
BREXIT 2016: The streets will be paved with gold.
BREXIT 2017: It won’t be as bad as they warned.
BREXIT 2018: We got through two World Wars. We can do this.
BREXIT 2020: It would have been great if Remoaners had helped.
BREXIT 2030: This rat tastes funny. Pass the mint jelly.— Alex Andreou (@sturdyAlex) February 13, 2018
Sounds about right to me.
Love to you all,
Greg