A bloke in a tractor has just driven past me shouting " the end of the world is nigh " I think it was farmer Geddon.
A very good news story, about the great work being done at Great Ormond Street Hospital. Also a familial connection, with Indigo being my great niece. The surname being used in the story is actually a pseudonym, owing to the real surname being extremely unusual and with her mum, my niece, not wanting any weirdos looking them up. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/a...mour-doing-cartwheels.html#i-abfde224ab29824c
I have recently found this gem. Watched 2 series in two weeks now.... just need to do the Xmas episode
One day I thought the sunshine meant it was warm, then I saw my garden robin was the shape of a cricket ball....so scarf weather I thought. Did you know that robins are called robin redbreasts despite the fact they are actually orange because the word orange only entered our language when oranges became common. Up till then the colour orange was called red in Britain.
Talk of robins reminds me of my father (always a good thing ). He was struggling to dig our garden, as he had to keep stopping because every clod of earth he turned was being investigated by a robin. Tame things. Another time he was carrying a tray of bird food up the garden and again had to stop bcause the birds all landed on his tray and sat on his shoulders waiting their turn. Perhaps he was a bird whisperer.
Or possibly Nobbin Norangebreasts? The English word for orange was originally norange, from the Spanish naranja, but over the years “a norange” became corrupted to “an orange”.
