Well I feel like a right numpty this morning.
I was paddling around the various community sites yesterday when a profile popped up, joined 22nd August, looking to meet new people and make new friends…
I looked, and not even a welcome comment, so being nice I thought I’d say hi and welcome.
I swear four years between Olympics just isn’t enough.
For the last month or so every time you turned on the television there was something about them on, first the torch run, then the athletes being flown over, then the event themselves. It’s been finished three days, yet still they’re bleating on about them like something stupendous has just happened.
Maybe I’m just getting old, crabby and cynical, but I truly don’t get it.
I saw a baby Sparrowhawk earlier.
I’d never even seen an adult one until last year, now we have fairly regular visits.
There was a bit of hopping around in the tree in the garden, and I thought I saw a curved beak in there. A few minutes later we saw an adult Sparrowhawk leaping out of the tree and flying off.
Then a second or two later there’s a little mini Sparrowhawk hopping out of the tree and onto the fence to look into the garden, then it too flew off.
I’d swear it was being shown around.
Now here’s where you get your fresh meat…
And here’s the bread and milk aisle…
Naturally they were here and gone before I had a chance to get the camera to take a photo.
*pouts*
It seems I’m bag hunting again…
I don’t know what it is with me and bags, but I can never seem to find the right bag for my needs.
Part of the problem is I’ve never quite worked out how to travel light, so even if I didn’t mind stuffing all my junk in my pockets (which I hate) there’s just more junk than the pockets have a hope of holding, so I require a bag.
Well I survived my car driving trip, and more importantly so did the car and everyone else on or near a road…
A fact I should really probably have posted weeks ago, you know, straight after it happened… Still better late than never
