Seems I have popped in on a Sunday again. Well, survived Ikea. Although really desperately wanted to have a nap again in one of the stupendously tiny bedrooms which are oh so tidy. tee hee. Managed to get a disabled parking space which was a miracle as there are not too many. Mental note to self, Sunday is obviously the day the rest of the world go there also. Today I didn't mind however as I seemed to enjoy watching other people in their worlds - making decisions about their houses and what they want in them. Me being me, knew what we were going for before I left, which was good as the place is enormous and despite the arrows on the floor, my spacial awareness is not good and am sure I would still be there if it weren't for handy husband, who also is my person to whom I hang on to and rely on entirely for personal safety in busy places such as this. By the time we got to the area that sold bits and pieces that I really really needed to look at he was however bored bored bored and we left poste haste as despite him trying really dreadfully hard not to, his sighs were audible and afterall apart from some cheap furniture I had my candles, the essential items being the candles. On the way home I was pleased that we have a lovely old Volvo whose seats I may say are extremely comfortable. It amazes husband that regardless of the weather I love the heated seats. If I had my way I would have a Volvo seat in the house, heated and everything and have often wondered whether I should just sit in the car and read the papers. I am sure the neighbours wouldn't bat an eyelid, the only thing is I doubt I would get much reading done as all would stop for a chat and some would probably offer a cup of tea, and get in lest I felt lonely. It is a joy living in a village and as we have lived here so long know most people *apart from the fact as previously mentioned that I am rubbish at names..... but sometimes I long and am not sure why for anonymity, many years ago I did live in the city a few in fact but always returned to my rural roots, I start feeling more odd than usual if I am too far from a chicken.

Husband laughed at me earlier as i opened the front door and there sitting on a bucket was a sparrow who had fallen out of its nest. Its feathers were new born and scruffy and I don't know who was more astonished he or I. I fretted for ages as to his demise and bearing in mind the state of my back and general mobility at present - ever patient other half checked and checked again ... fortunately some hours later he found his wings. For some reason this small incident reminded me of the fragility of nature and the fight even the smallest and often unnoticed of birds who are in such decline go through to survive. We on the other hand in our modern world in the meantime are busy paving over our drives and driving the sparrow population to despair. I can't remember whether I have written of sparrows previously if I have and as I am mentioning them I probably have as I have a habit of repeating myself ( I think its the oramorph) we have thousands living in the overgrown bamboo outside the house, sparrow parliament the locals call it. I hope however they are talking more sense than ours are right now. I am so bored of hearing about plugs, lighting, reasons for spending money on second houses that I am starting to close my ears to it all. I guess its piss take overload or something or politician fatigue. I don't know really I do know though that if I had only a small portion of 'expenses' for living I know that on my list I would have one of those really quite tacky garden swing seats - I literally have become obsessed with wanting one. My joints are too derned rickety these days to sit on normal garden furniture and an unfortunate bout of thygesons keratitis means I am mega light sensitive. So had I one of these outside sofa's this afternoon I could have lounged to my hearts content, perhaps the sparrow on his virgin flight could have joined me for a rest instead of using the bucket for his perch, I would have gladly shared. So it doesn't matter to me really how long the second house or for some first then second then first again depending on their profiteering is going my needs are small compared to a politicians who it seems some are really needy with their essentials. No doubt though whilst we are all reading this drivel something awful is happening that we are missing, I have a hunch its a smoke screen cunningly disguised to deter the public from some far bigger far more outrageous scandal, but I expect that will be next weeks news.

Well I am signing off now as need meds, more sleep and eyes are giving out. So bloggy blog blog take care until we meet again.

Over and out.