Another dull grey day here in the far west of Ireland...I didn't venture far. In fact...truth be told...I didn't venture at all.
I did hurl vile curses at the Mistle thrush who's bullying my Blackbird...we have a Hawthorn bush completely heaving with berries not far from the sitting room window...the Blackbird hops about among the branches gobbling down berries then the Thrush arrives...all attitude and bluster...and chases him away...
One of the Goldfinches which comes to the feeder is a bully as well...his wings spread out and he drives at the other birds with his beak open...they all scatter in a panic and he's left with the entire feeder full of nuts all to himself...
I do have another Michael though...he or she was scooting about the kitchen floor last evening while the dogs lay fast asleep and oblivious...he's just like a little wind-up clockwork toy...whizzing about and then suddenly changing direction and whizzing somewhere else...
So, bearing in mind however sweet Michael might be, he's still germy, I cleaned the kitchen today and sorted through the potatoes...amazing how quickly they shrivel up and begin sprouting sprouts. The compost bin has landed in the ditch again after the last strong winds and Himself hasn't put it back again so I slung the withered tatties onto the muck heap where they'll grow away happily...
Did you ever have those little chickens that laid an egg when you pressed on their back? And wind-up mice that'd drive the cat quite doo-lally...and there were figures that were between two sticks that did a somersault and then the strings got all tangled up and took ages to undo and start again...and Happy Families! Did you ever play that...it's about the only card game I can manage without forgetting the rules...and there were those 'magic' fish which came in Christmas crackers that you laid on the palm of your hand and they curled up...
There was another 'magic' thing...it was a sort of mineral I think, which grew each day into a little tree...and there was another chicken toy...it pecked endlessly when you pulled a string.
I was thinking about those today...we were satisfied with such incredibly simple and, probably awful cheap little toys. Now everything seems to be electronic and it costs a small fortune...it doesn't stop at the device either...there are all manner of add-ons that you simply have to have.
We play a game of Scrabble sometimes and when T and Reuben are here Himself will get the pack of cards out...those are simple pleasures and pastimes which seem to have passed younger people by...
Now I need to go and poke the potatoes and make my cheese sauce...Himself has liver and bacon casserole...I suppose it's probably good for him.