I love making a fuss over other folks but I wish people would understand I hate being the centre of attention unless it's recognition for an achievement I have made. Birthdays don't come in that category you just get given them (sorry for the poor grammar).
Anyway, back to village life.
The birds are confused. They think it's Spring. I have seen Collar Doves mating and Sparrows collecting nest material and the little chubby Bluetits are pecking the life out of my Forsythia buds. Yesterday the temperature outside got up to 13 degrees!
I spent some time today clearing 'litter' from the public footpath at the back of where I live. I say litter but most of it was left behind by the folks who kept horses at one time in the field. Couldn't be bothered to pick up bits of binder twine, shattered feeders or bits of electric fencing. Makes a change from the usual used condoms, beer bottles and crisp packets I clear from other footpaths and bridleways (with council provided litter pickers I might add).
Just had a giggle at two friends sat in the same home, two different studies falling out on facebook with me stuck in the middle. Ah, the modern world.
