When I looked out this morning first thing I saw snow which I was not expecting. Admittedly it was cold enough, but yesterday was a rainy day, nothing special, and a bit miserable. It is not actually snowing and the sun has now appeared, so perhaps it was just a small guest appearance.
Today is week-end shopping day. I have made the list and am glad to get going early enough, although first of all I like to tidy up. I tried doing it the other way round with shopping and afterwards the housework, but that is too much stress. My first problem this morning was my breakfast. I have cherry jam, which I quite like, but unfortunately the cherries drop off the bread and I had a sticky mess on the table. Not so bad but then it dropped onto my leg and that was not so pleasant. I also make my tea when I rise, but have to make enough water that the “sir” only has to heat it for a minute when he rises. He seems to have a yearning for coffee and the quicker the better it seems.
I also had to take down the washing that had dried overnight. Yesterday the cleaning lady was here and of course she needs cleaning rags. I usually carve up old underwear which is very practical for wiping surfaces when wet. I must have had at least 20 of these rags on the washing stand. However, everything is now in its right place, so another job dealt with.
The sparrows seem to be thirsty this morning. Actually the water is there for my cat, but she had already had her morning drink and is now sleeping so the water is for everyone. There were also a few crows hopping around helping themselves to the bread pieces from yesterday. It seemed there was a crow disagreement with a lot of flattering wings and cawing. Three of them all wanted a certain piece of bread it seemed. They have now disappeared, each with a beak full of bread pieces and the sparrows have now taken over.
We seem to have the best fed birds in the area, but only get sparrows at the bird house. We used to have great tits as well, the ones with the yellow breast, but this year I have only seen a couple. Perhaps because it has been a fairly mild Winter up to now and rarely deep snow fields. One thing is sure, we have the fattest sparrows and crows in the neighbourhood.
When I began to drive a car regularly again this year, at the age of 72, I though perhaps I was getting a little old to be a driver again. However, I am amongst the best company. Prince Philip of England, the Queen’s husband, is still driving at the age of 97. He even got into the headlines yesterday. He was taking a drive from his palace at Sandringham and as he got onto the road he had a collision with two ladies driving a Kia. Luckily he was not injured, but his Land Rover ended up on its side. It looked quite bad from the photos. However, apart from being badly shaken up (at 97 years old – no wonder) he did not need any serious medical attention, just had a check up from his private physicians. The other two ladies in their Kia had to go to hospital, but were released on the same day. It looks like I have a good driving future, at least another 25 years at the wheel if my time does not come earlier. I might even have to get another new car in the meanwhile, who knows. There is naturally now talk in Great Britain if it would not be time for the Duke to stop driving, but apparently he is not so happy about that. Perhaps he also has to do the shopping for the Queen at the supermarket.
And now to move on. We had an interesting sky yesterday afternoon, it looked quite mysterious.
A sort of shape of things to come, quite a doomsday effect. And on this happy note I will leave you to your daily chores. Have a good day everyone.