It’s been a grey day...mild enough but miserable to look at. There are buds on the shrubs...Celandines in the grass and the Daffodils are out in force...I’m going to see if I can bike down as far as Adam and Anna’s tomorrow ‘cos Himself says the ditch in front of their cottage is heaving with frogs...all croaking like crazy.
They’ll miss them this year because they haven’t moved in yet...
I always used to bring tadpole’s home in a jam jar and wait patiently for them to grow legs and become little frogs...but Mother would wait until I’d gone to school and then throw them out...so after a couple of years it dawned on me to take them to school, where they were put into a proper fish tank with rocks to climb out of the water and fed bits of raw meat suspended by a length of string. Once they’d become tiny frogs we took them to the pond in the village and let them go...come to think now...the pond was also home to half a dozen ducks that probably looked forward to the treat of frog for a snack.
A bit of sewing this afternoon, which was a struggle actually ‘cos my brain wouldn’t work properly, so I was putting fabrics next to each other and the colours wouldn’t go and in the end I was so cross I left it...
Himself hoovered the sitting room and shook all the rag rugs out...they look grand when freshly shaken, but get squashed down again of course when we’ve walked over them a few times...and I washed one of the garden chairs to sit on when taking a shower...felt a bit wobbly standing up actually. The shower is grand though...easy controls and lashings of hot water. Now the bath is sitting outside waiting for me to be suddenly inspired on how to re-purpose it...it’s only a plain glass fibre thing...nothing special.
A little gem from the Sunday Times....Irish Water paid a team of consultants the sum of 600,000 euro’s to work out how to install water meters in apartments...it was one report...not dozens.