Well it all got a bit overgrown and out of hand and the postman needed a sword, like the Prince in The Sleeping Beauty but with less incentive, so I went out to trim it a bit, and just look what I found!
A perfect tiny nest. Its swaying in the breeze dangling at the furthest extreme of the branches of the clematis.
I got my stepladders to have a closer look
Isn't it just magical? A perfectly formed little pendant full of tiny baby birds. What can they be?
BREAKING NEWS: GOLDFINCHES!!!
I just snipped a few branches away for the time being and at that very moment the Prince arrived with his big brown bag and gave me this:
Arlee's missing parcel.
Its a miracle. For £3.07 its been all the way to Canada and back. You've got to hand it to the Royal Mail and whatever they have in Canada.
Its my own fault. I have the memory of a goldfish and by the time I had taken my eyes from the screen to the envelope I had forgotten one of the numbers in the address and put a 0 instead.
Which brings me to 'word verification'. I have failed at that so many times that some people are lucky to have had a comment at all. How do I know if a bendy stick is 'l' or 'I '?
So for your commenting pleasure I have disabled word verification.
Whats the worst that can happen?
Bring 'em on!
Thank you for all your comments on my last post. Its nice to know it was helpful to a few people and that I wasn't teaching Grandmother to suck eggs/taking coal to Newcastle/selling ice cream to eskimos/insert your preferred metaphor here.
As I upload photos I see that I have, in three and a half months, used up 8% of my space on blogger so enjoy it while you can.
By my reckoning I only have two and a half years left.
(Can I lose two stone in a week?)
(Maureen bring your homework!)