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  Just before Christmas, a Derbyshire couple - Philip and Jane Carter - looked out on their back garden (American: yard) and saw something they could not quite believe. Though they had seen foxes out there before, they had never seen one with only two legs! It is likely that this fox was born that way. Losing  both its back legs through traumatic injury would have almost certainly resulted in death because mobility is essential for a fox's survival. This clever creature appears to have not known anything else so from birth it has been forced to adapt, using its bushy tail for balance. This is not a very early April Fools prank - I can assure you of that. Here is the video evidence taken from the main BBC News evening programme last week... from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/VKqOMe0

  If I had ever lived in a large house.  I would have loved to have a house keeper . She would be one of those long suffering , loyal cinematic type of house keepers….wise cracking, opinionated and always there….with a pithy comment, a gentle smile and bowl of soup.  Think Miranda Hobbs’ Magna in Sex and The City…..   Arthur Bach’s Hobson in Arthur or Karen Walker’s Rosario in Will and Grace. Mine will be a Rosemary Harris lookalike whose always unseen husband will be keeping the garden up to standard . They live in and never had any children.  We’ve never had a serious heartfelt conversation  We’ve never had to. Tomorrow I’ve set aside 2 strict hours  I’ve completed my college work, I’ve caught up with my finances, I’ve done my online training for work ….so this is 120 minutes to sit with a coffee and write old fashioned letters to a few old friends I’ve not previously made time for.  And so I will take the dogs for a long walk,...

 Peering out Settled fog  Outside But my heart  Is clear Thanks To the love I receive from R's rue https://ift.tt/Uj39hAq

  It’s going on midday and the bucket of coffee is out. I want no noise and no movement for a while and the dogs sense that, My night shifts were challenging but kept sane by an experienced support worker called Tracy who knows her stuff. Bluebell’s  gear stick broke loose again as I left the Hospice and I had to drive home in third gear and in need of stopping for dog and cat food. Well I just about managed it, ( Looking rather like like Mr Magoo) and called the RAC out to fix the problem and the chirpy Terry turned up again with lots of stories about his family and how he worked in Japan as a young man . He exhausted me , but I felt in good hands as he said I was one of the “  Good uns “ Apparently he could tell a Good un” from 50 feet. I didn’t ask how Terry indeed proved to be a good un himself, for, half an hour later when I called him back after locking myself out of Bluebell when down at the shops in Dyserth, he turned up again with is gi...