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Blogger has started messing with the formatting of posts, mostly inserting spaces where there shouldn’t be any. So if mine look a mess, don’t blame me.
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The cock pheasant which lives in the field opposite my house continues to try and eat all the food I put out for the garden birds. He’s most persistent when I try to chase him away, and even gets belligerent with me. This morning, for once, he gave up and walked back across the lane. And do you know what? I felt sorry for him. That’s always been my problem: all you have to do to get whatever you want out of me is look sad. Such a weakness augurs badly for success in life.