The Bonfire, the Dancing Owls and the Arrival of Christmas?

Today was quite a good day weather wise, being sunny and dry most of the day. Although we did get a bit of a shock when we went out to get milk at Tough Harry’s Store because lurking in the corner appeared to be a group of dark skulking beasts which at first glance appeared to be Zombies. Only as my eyes adjusted to the light in what was a slightly gloomy area of tough Harry’s, it turned out to be even worse that Zombies, because they were chocolate Santa’s . . . . . WHAT it cant be Christmas already how did that happen, maybe they are Zombies in disguise that must be it, its far more logical than Christmas in September who wants Christmas in September that is confusing.

  I had a bonfire today and finally burnt all the odd bits of tree that the men with chainsaws had to remove from the power lines rather a long time ago, it was a good bonfire and I suspect is still alight. I will go and check on it a bit later when the owls stop dancing about in the trees, I really don’t know why owls dance, I can see no evolutionary reason for dancing, particularly by owls.

I also spotted a toad being grumpy today, a butterfly eating a crab-apple and a wasp drinking lemonade. And I have been informed by powers who will remain nameless to protect them from folk going BOOOOOOO HUMBUG that the Bishops Castle michaelmas fair was not so good this year, but then I was not there drumming and that makes a big difference.

Finally our old friend Mr Michael is in hospital and not well, but bearing in mind his quirky and sometimes wild life it is not surprising  . . . . L

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Rain, Helicopters and internationally agreed agreements on owl annoying as scientific research

Today started as another very wet grey day, I think I am starting to go a bit stir crazy because it makes getting outside rather difficult and my brain is turning to mush because of a lack of light. I did decide to go and sweep all the leaves and stuff off the drive because at least it is possible to stand on that without a squelching gurgling sound, but it did not take a long time. I also went looking for evidence of a dog which was spotted in the garden last night which was not The Dog who has told us he is going to be a weather man as he is getting rather good at predicting the weather, everyday now for about six months he has looked at the sky and said AH RAIN MARK MY WORDS and got it right every single time.  I am also attempting to get the model helicopter that I got for Christmas from Mr Charlie and Miss Jane to fly about without it attacking passers by. Luckily I can point at the dog and say its his fault, particularly as the dog is staring up at the sky and shaking his head muttering about rain. He does have the advantage though that being huge with very large pointy teeth and red eyes people tend to go AH and runaway. Just think if the BBC weathermen were huge with big pointy teeth and red eyes most people would stop complaining at them all the time telling them to produce some decent weather.

We were hoping to go to the sea for a day but with the roads flooded here and there and the constant rain I think it might just be a case of waiting until the sea level rises and comes to us instead. It would be good to live by the sea again (sort of). I say sort of because it can be a bit iffy at present by the sea, because it rather keen on moving inland. I don’t know if you know this but the UK is a bit like a seesaw and the south of Britain is getting lower each year and the north Scotland is getting higher. We are about in the middle so in theory will be OK I think, but one day the southeast will vanish completely a bit like Atlantis only it will be Essex (not entirely the same thing is it).

I think you can probably tell from both my writing and spelling of late I am loosing the plot but once it gets a bit lighter and warmer I will be my old self again……. So I will go again now and point at walls and laugh hysterically and chase Owls with remote control helicopters, purely in the interest of science by the way as part of internationally agreed agreements on Owl annoying. It was OK to eat Harry Potters Owl the other day because it was barn bred and not a free range bird.

Boxing Day, Harry Potters Owl (well that's what I was told), Christmas dinner and a Hobbit...

So here we are at the end of Boxing Day and all the family have gone home leaving the house quiet and peaceful again. The day went quite well bearing in mind we had 13 for Boxing Day lunch. I have been back to look at last years diary entry and noted that we did much the same last year, although last year it was a slightly different group of people and the main dinning table was a different shape. You see our dinning table is rather cunning because it is two identical dinning tables which when side by side form a square and when end to end form a rectangle, this year it was the turn of the rectangle. After much eating and attempted party games and exchanging presents and letting the cats in and out and in then out again loads, we ended by chatting about stuff like the End of the world that did not start or end meaning we are all still here, I did not tell them that in fact it did end and they are all barcodes in an old Dell computer because it is Christmas and it might upset them a bit. But all in all it was a jolly good day and all I need to do is work out how I get back out of the Dell computer, I knew I should have drawn a map….

One of today’s treats was the left overs of Harry Potters Owl which Mr Kris and Miss Tracy brought over, so now saved in the fridge for a sandwich tomorrow is the left leg of Harry Potters owl, as Harry himself would say eatimious yumiosus  Whatever happened to Harry Potter he seems to have vanished entirely now, still it could be worse some fool might start making Hobbit movies . . . . . . . . . . ..  AH DAMN.

Yesterday by the way was seriously chilled most of the day, then in the evening we went to The Sun Inn in Marton and had a brill Christmas dinner, so many thanks to all at the Sun Inn

Sorry about the picture I forgot to take one of the table while it was looking posh and all that is left on it of interest in The Lost Orb of Atlantis.

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