Needless to say he fell back asleep once I'd managed to get him back into bed and lying the right way round, and I had an hour of wakeful rain-listening instead. I couldn't decide whether the sound of rain falling on leaves or against window panes was my favourite.
Yesterday, I had Moths to look at. Waved Black, Garden Tiger, Maiden's Blush, Yellow Shell (new to the garden) and a small mystery moth whose identity I haven't yet ascertained so if anyone recognises him please let me know...
I was forced to go to Hobbycraft today and forced to come back with a few more bits and bobs to add to the stash. My theory of it being cheaper to make presents rather than buy them may not be holding much water now. I am going to blame Rachel for the foxes because I think it's the same or very similar fabric she's been using to make lovely Teddys with this week. In fact, I am thinking she might have inspired me to have a go at something stuffed myself...
I also got some art related things because I feel the need to start drawing again (probably something to do with watching Life In Squares, although my former incarnation as an artist was sadly never quite so fleshy as all that).
I walked the dogs first thing this morning down a drizzly lane and Ted did a poo outside the house of a Neighbour I don't like very much (because he shouted at me three years ago. I know how to hold a grudge). What timing!
Last night, Pop and I went running in the rain. Now I have my energy back I am LOVING running and have been out most days this week. Even Ted has been with us (although not yesterday as he was limping a bit). I have bought him his very own running lead which is coming all the way from China. This was necessitated by the fact that every time I pick up Poppy's orange one she leaps up and down on the spot in Great Excitement while he looks utterly crestfallen and sinks to the ground like a deflated balloon and I can't take it anymore. Ted's new lead is a blue version of Poppy's and like hers it attaches to a belt round my waist leaving my hands free (necessary when you're on all fours crawling up a hill that has defeated your running ability). I suspect this will do nothing to alleviate the slightly eccentric tag I am certain our neighbours have assigned to me, but who cares? The new pink shorts have been well-used but are no less see-through than when I made them, so I find I have to run quickly or risk shocking the neighbours. This is possibly why I made it all the way up the long, steep hill on our two mile route without stopping two days ago (first time ever). I think Pop was surprised because she kept looking back at me as if to say are you alright, mum?
I have a busy few days coming up so this may be my last post for a week or so. F and J are coming down for the weekend tonight and I have to make a cake this afternoon because it is amazing how much sixteen year old boys can eat. Tomorrow I'm out on a Dormouse survey all morning and on Sunday we're going down to Keyhaven to watch the Fastnet boats fly past (my brother in law is crewing). Monday is Birthday Day for M and L (cue more cake making this weekend. I have wrapped all the presents and now just need to collect signatures for cards) and the Grannies are coming round for tea in the afternoon. Tuesday I have a flutter survey to do, and so it goes on. In addition, there is some material calling to me on the side that wants to be made into holiday trousers and Pop keeps reminding me that one paltry walk down the lane does not mean no running later, does it? Plenty to do.
I'll leave you with some wet garden shots from this morning, a poor Small White who's just eclosed but whose wings haven't opened properly, and a sequence of one of the Blackbirds cleverly working out how a ground-feeding bird can turn himself into a suspended-from-the-air feeding bird with style and finesse (almost)....
And finally, the regulation T and P pics. Pop has reclaimed her plant pot from earlier in the year (she tells me this is because the flowers have now died), so she's back to nosing at the neighbours from inside it through the fence, and Ted is completely exhausted by the sheer number of squirrels claiming his attention at the moment, so is having to take himself off for regular naps in order to summon up the energy to bark loudly at them as they snigger at him from the hazel trees, nut in hand.....
Hope all are well?