13-12-2024, 08:14 AM
Yes KM, remembering my darling turning up after a road trip with his hand behind his back and a certain half gleeful half shamed grin on his face always makes me smile. He could never resist following a hare if one crossed before him, be it road kill or .22. Hare in red wine was his second favourite dish, his favourite - and mine - was a slow roasted pheasant. I am not convinced though it was all about the taste, he relished the feathers to add to his fly tying stash.
We have some village excitement starting today. A rather lovely young man in hi vis gear banged on my door yesterday afternoon to organise a clear space for a big bin, he is about to start gutting the fire damaged unit, which is great news. Aside from the fact that desolation is an unpleasant reminder of a tragedy it means we will be getting a new neighbour, and someone desperately in need will be getting a safe haven. Then, as these things go, hard on those heels we have another elderly tenant who has a space coming up with the Little Sisters of the Poor, whose rest home is a very desirable target for the local aging Catholic congregation. Apparently, it is several steps above the other offerings - blessed by past Bishops lol. So, two spaces to be filled, hopefully with folk who are happy to live in a village setting - we seem just lately to have gained rather too many of the hermit variety. A village needs community minded people. And a couple more gardening souls would really help share the load, lol. I shall put in my order when I see the community manager, if and when.
Meanwhile, the lovely young man in hi vis has given us permission to toss a few unwanted items in his bin, so I am hoping my hoarder neighbour gets a little enthusiastic about the opportunity. We shall see! Things happening in this quiet place always makes life more interesting...
We have some village excitement starting today. A rather lovely young man in hi vis gear banged on my door yesterday afternoon to organise a clear space for a big bin, he is about to start gutting the fire damaged unit, which is great news. Aside from the fact that desolation is an unpleasant reminder of a tragedy it means we will be getting a new neighbour, and someone desperately in need will be getting a safe haven. Then, as these things go, hard on those heels we have another elderly tenant who has a space coming up with the Little Sisters of the Poor, whose rest home is a very desirable target for the local aging Catholic congregation. Apparently, it is several steps above the other offerings - blessed by past Bishops lol. So, two spaces to be filled, hopefully with folk who are happy to live in a village setting - we seem just lately to have gained rather too many of the hermit variety. A village needs community minded people. And a couple more gardening souls would really help share the load, lol. I shall put in my order when I see the community manager, if and when.
Meanwhile, the lovely young man in hi vis has given us permission to toss a few unwanted items in his bin, so I am hoping my hoarder neighbour gets a little enthusiastic about the opportunity. We shall see! Things happening in this quiet place always makes life more interesting...