Mixed Fortunes.

I saw a female chaffinch on the bird table yesterday for the first time in a very long time. There’s an air of cuteness about the female chaffinch which is entirely absent in the more colourful male.

I also saw three house martins feeding over the garden yesterday for the first time this year. I used to see a flock of 20-30 more or less every day from May to September, but times change as do we all. I haven’t seen a single swallow for about two weeks.

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While perambulating the lanes earlier, Honourable Sister waved to me from her mother’s garden. She was wearing blue shorts. I felt truly honoured, if not actually elated.

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The one thing that pleases me at the moment is that, while my body and most items of previously functional technology continue to fade inexorably towards terminal dysfunction, my capacity for enjoying irony and ironical expression remains undiminished. This is a useful attribute since it means you can dispense with the need to seek excitement.

The garden requires my attention.