R's rue

  Xmas Eve has been lovely for a fucking change ….. Lovely chatty walk with Gorgeous Dave on the promenade , a film text marathon with nephew Leo  then extra strong gins with villagers Nick and the velvet voice linda on Well Street  followed by a zoom meet with my touchstones Mike and Jane  from Sheffield  I feel loved and cherished , something I’ve not felt for a long time  How good is that ? Lovely people  Happy Christmas  Hey ho from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3HbFvJH

 For my joy Is yours When my Heart transforms And mind resets The soul reframes The world brightens As He reclaims Tonight With a cry And the weary Smile For the first time Or so it seems from R's rue https://ift.tt/3FscbON

  There is nothing more soulless at Christmas than radio music   If I hear Slade again, I shall scream  I’m wrapping gifts and painting awful decorations on my “paper” gifts and have done for most of the morning Occupational therapy for the mentally bewildered as I prefer to describe it I’m listen to classic FM which is doable  Merry Christmas Eve from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3qjZrmZ

I t's not The Serengeti Plain but out there in our suburban back garden I have seen plenty of wildlife over the years. Mammals have included hedgehogs, foxes, a badger, American grey squirrels, rats and  field mice. However, as you can imagine, the real stars of the show are birds - those amazing flying creatures that live amongst us. This Christmas Eve morning, I pulled back the curtains and saw a mischief of magpies - nine of them hopping around near the feeding station. I have also seen our native robins, thrushes, crows, rooks, blackbirds, wood pigeons, collared doves, hedge sparrows, a pheasant, blue tits, coal tits, long tailed tits, goldfinches, Eurasian jays, a sparrow hawk, swallows, house-martins and starlings and I am sure I have missed a couple out. Yesterday, for the second time in a week, I was puzzled to see an unfamiliar bird in the garden. She was mostly black with white head markings and she was sitting near the top of a small sycamore tree watching the world ...