Wednesday afternoon was one of those days which is almost perfect – a beautiful afternoon which stretched into a glorious Spring evening. If Ms Playchute had not been off to the gym in the evening to jump around and sweat a lot, it would have provided an excellent excuse for a barbeque. As it was, however, we had to settle for just enjoying the day. As Molly and I trudged our way around the Edgecote estate, the sun was shining in a pale blue sky and the birds were singing their hearts out (even the resident herons could be heard on the edge of the lake behind the main house although one can’t really describe their call as “singing”, more of a wheezy bark – two chaps discussing who was top dog in the neighbourhood or a flirtatious couple “singing” sweet nothings back and forth – I couldn’t tell). Continue reading “4 May 2014”
4 May 2014 – Amusements
A week after John bought a bull, he complained to his friend. “All that bull does is eat grass. Won’t even look at a cow.”
“Take him to the vet,” his friend suggested.
The next week John is much happier. “The vet gave him some pills and the bull serviced all my cows,” he told his pal. “Then he broke through the fence and serviced all my neighbor’s cows. He’s a machine!”
“What kind of pills were they?” asked the friend.
“I don’t know, but they’ve got a peppermint taste.” Continue reading “4 May 2014 – Amusements”