Freezing February and I am almost feeling normal at last. No need at the moment to spend vast amounts of expensive Honey (sure to cure), nor is there another Brandy bottle sitting calling on me (the Viking single malt will do), nor indeed am I going through paracetamol like chocolate. The toilet rolls have gone down a bit mind, no 'Man Size' tissues here. All a con and only women use them. So I await the arrival of a new virus, probably from China, and look to the future...
However the idea of going outside into the bright sunshine and freezing to death does not entice me. Wandering round the corner to Tesco I note several men wearing little, the sun shining fools them into thinking it is warm, and I await the sight of them next week, if they are allowed out!
The media is making a big thing of the next storm to arrive, these days they all have a name don't they, the idea that it will bring 80 mph winds, snow and bad weather is something of a surprise to the media. I suppose few of the unpaid trainees writing this guff have noticed we suffer this way most December, January and February's, it used to be called 'Winter.' I myself enjoy the sun rising earlier each morning, shining brightly in the back window, even if still somewhat low in the sky, and notice the Blue Tits in the trees opposite and the Daffodils about to bud in the area beneath.
Yesterday, having trudged down to the Post Office to post a packet, I came home via Park that once was given to the town for sporting activities. The large dressing rooms have been recently demolished, no-one could be found willing to pay a million to renovate them, and the tennis courts were dead and gone long before I graced the ground. Football is still played, mostly young kids in organised games these days, few kick a ball around like we used to, and there is a feeling that more could be done if someone clever enough could work out what to do with the land.
These Crows were happily wheeling around. I wondered at first if they were a couple fighting of a stranger but I think they are just 'friends' bothering one another. The third hung back letting them get on with it until they settled in the trees, always 'Cawing' as loud as they could.
I am told that Rooks and Jackdaws often share a roost together, Crows prefer to be at a distance from others. A 'Rookery' in the Netherlands was seen to hold 40,000 birds at one time! Imagine the noise! Also some of these nesting spots have been used for generations. One at least in England is mentioned in the 'Domesday Book' and is still in use. I cannot remember which one. These birds like to return to their 'home' and will continue to remain in one place until some joker cuts the trees down.
Boris said... No, let's not spoil the evening...
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The roads are in a bad way, especially the lanes and smaller roads in rural areas. They are especially dangerous when its raining and you're cycling as there's no way of differentiating between a puddle and a 6 inch deep pothole. I expect its something we are going to have to live with as Councils are cash strapped.
Dave, Round here they 'fill' holes. Within a short time these disintegrate and leave muck everywhere. There are not a 'priority' however which shows how bad they are elsewhere in the county.
After encountering the pavements of London I shall never criticize those of San Jose again..... while a bus ride in the Muswell Hill area was enough to shake the fillings from your teeth.
Fly, Ah you must have got one of the new buses! Glad you got out and had a holiday. I hope he is grateful for the fish.
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