I'm reading.....
the Birmingham Evening Mail, my mother's local paper. Takes me back to 21 years ago when I lived here. Not a lot has changed!
I'm eating.....
utter crap. The highlight of each day is lunch out, either at a garden centre or a supermarket. Yesterday I did have some passable local homemade faggots but the veg tasted like they had been cooked in 1916! Today, cod and chips beckons.
I'm watching.....
squirrels running up and down on the trees outside and over the garage roofs. I can see a big drey in the distance where they all seem to disappear to. There is a lovely flock of Goldfinches too, reminds me of home.
the Birmingham Evening Mail, my mother's local paper. Takes me back to 21 years ago when I lived here. Not a lot has changed!
I'm eating.....
utter crap. The highlight of each day is lunch out, either at a garden centre or a supermarket. Yesterday I did have some passable local homemade faggots but the veg tasted like they had been cooked in 1916! Today, cod and chips beckons.
I'm watching.....
squirrels running up and down on the trees outside and over the garage roofs. I can see a big drey in the distance where they all seem to disappear to. There is a lovely flock of Goldfinches too, reminds me of home.
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