I didn't know that, but I've just read that Moose will attack people...and there's my son tramping about in Sweden with a big gun shooting them...there is a Moose hunting season apparently when hunters take to the forests and kill things with fur that wander about minding their own business...he sent us a photo once of a tree trunk that a Bear had been sharpening its claws on...and poor Ellie burst into floods of tears when they were on a picnic and heard wolves howling...

A couple of friends spent one winter up in Northern Sweden in a Caravanette...they took their dog Mollie with them. One night when Judy was totally desperate for a wee, a small pack of Wolves appeared and prowled round and round their vehicle snuffling and growling while Mollie barked her head off and wanted to go and play with the nice doggies...they said it was 'an interesting experience'.

What I'd intended to say was that I found a Luke in our family today...the first of that name I've come across. We'd been going to call him Isaac which seemed a good idea at the time...this is our Luke who shoots Moose...not the Luke in the family tree 'cos he lived in the mid 1800's....and we dithered for about five weeks just referring to him as 'baby' until it dawned on us we'd need to go and register him so had to find a name for then.

He didn't really look much like an Isaac...but then he didn't look much like a Luke either...

The Irish have a long custom of naming babies and then forever after referring to them by their initials...so we know a P.J. and a P. without having the foggiest idea what their actual names are...probably Patrick. It's also very common for elderly ladies to be called Baby...and that stems from the days when they were little and the youngest in their family...the name simply sticks throughout their life. Sometimes to distingush one person from another they are named for their hair colour...so a man will be called Red...if he has red hair...and we know a man always called The Black...he has dark hair whereas his siblings all had light brown hair...

I was talking to one of the Traveller girls in the shop today...she has a new baby girl who is gorgeous...plump pink cheeks that you are tempted to pinch...but I didn't. I just waggled her hand up and down and quite forgot to ask the babys name. And she just beamed from ear to ear...not the baby 'cos she's too little to smile yet...it was her Mum who was beaming. I think she might have been one of Martins girls, but once they reach teenage they all tend to look much alike...and he has twelve daughters.

Himself has liver and bacon in a cassorole with onions and mushrooms and tomatoes for his supper tonight...I thought, stuff it, eating cold food every night can become awfully boring...it's hammering down with rain though and it's chilly, so a hot supper will be just right.