We went down to the Mencap garden tonight to drop off a donation of plants from one of the neighbours. We have Japanese anemone, Michaelmas daisies, buddleia and raspberries. I’ve also donated my tea plants as they can make a better job of looking after them than I will.
The Magpies were waiting.
There were two on the roof of the shed, two perching on the fence and two standing on top of a lamp post. One was perching in a tree and one was pottering around in the grass. He’s the one that we think acts like a stroppy teenager. We assume it’s a “he” because girls don’t act like stroppy teenagers. If Magpies wore baseball caps his would be on backwards.
We’ve never seen eight at one time at the gardens before.
The first part of the afternoon was less interesting.
It involved eating soup (which went well) but then deteriorated as I took two bags of books to the charity shop. It started to rain as I parked the car. I grabbed a lightweight rain jacket from the back seat and managed to empty one of the bags of books onto the floor.
As slapstick goes it was a polished and faultless move.
After parting with the books, which still hurts as I talk about it, I decided to use the available light to photograph some bits and pieces. (I find the light in the car better than the interior of the house at this time of year). I hadn’t locked the door of the battery compartment last time I opened it.
They fell out.
I put them back.
And at that point I realised I hadn’t put the card in.
I was so wet I steamed up the inside of the car. This took a while to clear and gave me time to brood on the unfairness of life.
Then I went home, where Julia told me she had a job for me. That brings us back to the top of the page…