
My conker collection

Now just the thoughts of me and not my dog until I can persuade Husband we should get another.
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A friend sent me a card with this photo and the legend, 'laughter is the medicine of life.'
We laugh a lot in our house. The friend has spent some time staying with us recently and she commented on it.
But I don't think our laughter is quite as whole-bodied and exuberant as these children's!
Nearly finished now for what is definitely the last post before our hols but I just want to plug my podcast again.
You can hear the first chapter of my novel, It wasn't like this in the Waltons, here on Jellycast. I'd love to know what you think - constructively, please!
There's also a link in the side-bar.
Have a good week.
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I'd jotted down a few other things I was thinking about - and getting cross about - but they don't seem so important now. Either that or I can't remember what the cryptic note I wrote for myself means.
The culprit.
He's started on the back garden now. I took this photo through the window. I tried to creep up on him but he has very good hearing.
Husband thinks it is a squirrel burying his nuts. But that is an awful lot of nuts. And, surely, in the course of an afternoon, we would have spotted a squirrel at some point? Unless it is an invisible squirrel.
Harvey was named after an invisible white rabbit. At least I assume it was a white one but I have no reason for that. But I digress.
I am more inclined to the alien activity theory.
This says that miniature aliens have inhabited that area of our lawn. There is nothing - apart from Doctor Who - that says that aliens have to be huge terrifying monsters, so ours landed some time ago and have been busy creating a new biosphere for themselves. I don't mind in principle: I am just as prepared to share my home with aliens as I am to share it with spiders whose webs I do not have the heart to destroy. However it does make the lawn look awfully messy. It wouldn't be so bad if it were the back garden but this is right next to our front door.
Oh! There's a magpie on the lawn! He is searching for aliens. Either that ... or he is the one responsible for the mess.
Including 'arry the aardvark. D'oh, it's not an aardvark.
People look at it and say, 'That doesn't look like an aardvark.'
That's because it's not; it's an anteater.
I know what happened; I could pinpoint the moment. The decision I took. But that's the past.
A new minute, a new day, new decisions. Now I just need the enthusiasm.
I have thought hard about posting this. I'm okay; I'm fine. Just missing something.