Good morning ! Sunshine creeping between the grey clouds and 3 comments have been posted – this will be a good day…….. despite DJ needing a shower at midnight last night, and then awakening ChickPea at 3.43am, 4.15am and 7am……
Mr Mutt is out in the sun already, watching the ‘baby blues’ on the peanut feeder and the ‘baby greats’ on the seed feeder. Now a week on from fledging, they are all flying without hesitation and busy with the business of staying alive. Maybe Mr Mutt’s presence will help – he’ll maybe deter the Fluffy Black Marauder Mog that likes to lurk in the flower (weeds !) border and reduce the Feathered Friends’ population…… Not sure if he’ll also deter the sparrowhawk…….. but I hope so.
The kitchen is too quiet. The recycling is lounging in heaps rather than waiting outside in a bright yellow sack for collection. The washing is festering in a pile from last night rather than billowing in the wind. The washingup hasn’t. Mr Mutt is dreaming longingly for his walk.
ChickPea is flagging. So is TH, with another working day of being essentially the only one – yet again - to handle the whole team’s workload.
Mr Mutt is out in the sun already, watching the ‘baby blues’ on the peanut feeder and the ‘baby greats’ on the seed feeder. Now a week on from fledging, they are all flying without hesitation and busy with the business of staying alive. Maybe Mr Mutt’s presence will help – he’ll maybe deter the Fluffy Black Marauder Mog that likes to lurk in the flower (weeds !) border and reduce the Feathered Friends’ population…… Not sure if he’ll also deter the sparrowhawk…….. but I hope so.
The kitchen is too quiet. The recycling is lounging in heaps rather than waiting outside in a bright yellow sack for collection. The washing is festering in a pile from last night rather than billowing in the wind. The washingup hasn’t. Mr Mutt is dreaming longingly for his walk.
ChickPea is flagging. So is TH, with another working day of being essentially the only one – yet again - to handle the whole team’s workload.
We usually look forward to the weekend, but with DJ’s recent poor health and poor sleeping, the weekend promises little respite. The GP was out to see him yesterday, but was fairly dismissive – well, he’s 95 after all. Happy Birthday DJ.
3 comments:
My own dad is 83 and we have him here in Sheltered Housing in Dumbarton. He needs more care, and is very wandered and confused at times. We just couldn't cope with him at home. Don't know how you do it, Chickpea!
A mutual friend, (MEG), replied once when I commented that God doesn't give us anything we can't handle, "Aye, but sometimes he pushes his luck!"
Right Chickpea.. here we go!
Auggie’s Dumbarton.
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Youthful enthusiasm
Zonked at midnight!
Magic ! Thanks Kenny !
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