So, today has been a truly springful day – even to the point of being able to sit out and admire birds feeding and getting a bit skittish, leaves popping out on tree branches, people stopping for a chinwag – albeit, with rugs tastefully draped around legs, bottoms and middles – just a tad on the chilly side still.
I noticed the pigeon can manage a careful lean forwards and get to the seeds in the feeder – I’m mean enough to put an end to that – so have moved the “perch” (a bean cane tied at each end to provide a bit more of a landing place for the little birds) up just a little – just a little too high to make the reach down without embarrassingly toppling over and looking a bit foolish.
Before
After
My pension goes up by £5 a week from April – Yay!
A London Year (I’ve just bought a copy as a present) today in 1791 has Horace Walpole pondering on large and river-split cities like London and Florence and how little we may experience of them – he until quite recently, had “never been in Southwark” (and perhaps never did venture further south). Richard Rush is intrigued and delighted, in 1819, by the ingenious mechanical exhibits in Weeks’s Museum in Tichborne Street. Oh my! The next entry is truly grim – by Thomas Raikes in 1832 – writing of his friend’s suicide, which had followed his friend’s mother’s burning to death by only two months, and the suicide of a close friend by a year. And no lightening of the gloom in the final entry for today – Lady Frederick Cavendish in 1868, writing of a “poor miserable girl” having a fit in Belgravia.
5.00 pm and during the course of the day my neighbour has taken her boat away
Coraliesays Two 