Waiting for the tea to brew Husband and I were watching birds eating the nuts outside the kitchen window. There was a nuthatch in its usual upside-down eating pose while a sparrow and blue tit fluttered around. Nearby there was a bird that looked like a blackbird but not quite. I asked Husband what it was.
I looked at him doubtfully, "A ring oozel?"
He took down the bird book and flicked to the index. "Oh, it's not there. Perhaps I made it up."
"You think?"
"Ah, there it is, under oozel ring."
It wasn't. I mean it was in the bird book, unlikely as that sounds, but the bird in the garden was definitely a young blackbird, not an oozel of any sort.
I picked up the teapot to pour the tea. It felt very light. "Did you make the tea?" I asked.
"Yes. Didn't I?"
He'd only warmed the pot. Now I'm here telling this story as I wait for the tea to brew.
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I popped into the village this morning and, not wanting to spend money on parking drove around the back streets. I found a parking space but it was rather small. "Come on, you can do this," I gave myself a talking to. You have to understand that normally I will drive around for ages rather than attempt parallel parking but it was Saturday morning and the village was busy; I might not find another space at all. So I took a deep breath . . . and did it perfectly first time!
I was so pleased I took a photo to show everyone. Younger Son commented that the space looked reasonably-sized. "Not by my standards. By my standards that is a small space."* That should be ouzel apparently, but try telling A.A. Milne that. (Pooh and the Woozel.)
4 comments:
That is indeed a lovely parking job you did! I've never heard of oozel, ouzel or woozel. Only ouzo!
I think I would only be able to manage parallel parking if I had a very small smart car!
In common with many (most) women, my spatial awareness is quite poor, too.
I wouldn't know an oozel if it hit me in the face.
Nice job parking! I'm about to sell off my little car. I miss the ease of parking already.
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