I love this little rock, with the little lichens? or whatever the little colony is.
They remind me of the diseases they grow in petrie dishes.
I discovered it, while waging war on the fish fern, which I dont mind in small patches, but it had invaded this garden, & it took a lot of hard work to tame it, after a fashion.
It creeps in under the neighbour fence, seeking haven & life in our garden.
I have had 'one of those days'.
The little details, & trivia that can be guaranteed to just tip the balance between a good day, & a mediocre one.
It has been very cold, -in fact yesterday was supposedly one of the coldest days for 21 years or something. Why do they bother with 'facts' like this?? Does it matter??
Our bodies tell us it is
bloody extremely cold. That is all that counts as we skip about on our bald floorboards, & dance between the meagre drops of water, in our watersaving shower head!
Urgent phone calls to the repair people have solved the painting dilemma. The painter is now arriving at 7AM!! Friday, to begin painting the ceilings. Ye gods, couldnt they have made it a bit later in the morning...
And we think we have a 'soft spot' now, in the bald flooring. No answer, re that. An answer was promised. Mr Smartypants Insurance Repairer lectured me on NOT phoning him. "Does the paperwork name my foreman?" Sheepishly, "Yes."
Smarmily, "Well, you phone him then."
So, I did. O yes, on his mobile, because the office doesnt answer. O no. And the result is, he will call me back from the office, when he gets there.
Blah blah blah, mutter mutter mutter.
In the end, we are driven out, into the frigid air, to shop for luxuries such as medication, dog food, vegetables, soap.
Home again. No message from Mr Smarmy's Deputy, on the answering machine.
A friend arrives to share coffee. A welcome change of thought patterns.
Come wearily in here, later, to perhaps blog a little.
Disconcerted by a small black mouse scurrying into the room, & vanishing under the computer desk.
Call the dogs. They are too well fed. Couldnt care less!
So I will have to set a trap. Always supposing I can find it.
I can hear the little blighter rustling at the window end of the room.
I suppose it want warmth in this cold winter we have suddenly had arrive in our corner of the country.