clematis Polish Spirit;
and delicate gladioli.
A veritable cacophony reverberated along the kitchen facia as the parent starlings jointly strove to satisfy their screeching offspring.
Whilst Jackie continued the creative gardening, I did the ironing and applied the first layer of wax to the new stair-rails.
This afternoon our friend Harri and her dog Inka came for a brief visit.
I have chosen to illustrate the third of my Five Photos – Five Stories with a set of five photos taken in Brittany in September 1982. They were themselves to provide a board book I made for grandchildren Emily and Oliver quite a few years later.
Whilst I was contemplating getting up in the morning in the bedroom of a gite where Jessica, our two children, and Ann and Don spent an enjoyable holiday, a buzzing on a windowpane alerted me to the presence of a fly. I don’t know where the original book is now, but I will endeavour to write this in the language I would have used for small children.
One day a fly landed on a curtain flapping in the breeze.
Suddenly a butterfly landed on the windowpane. The fly looked at it,
and dropped onto the sill. So did the butterfly.
The fly walked towards the butterfly and did a little dance.
They reached out a hand to each other, and –
What came next?
Each of the children gave what may be considered a stereotypical response. If you would like to suggest a suitable finale, I will wait a couple of days before revealing what my grandchildren said. I wonder if anyone will match them.
This evening we dined at The Family House in Totton, enjoying set meal M3 in the usual friendly atmosphere. We both drank Tsingtao beer.