Ravendale House

At last I can report that the robin has forgiven me. At 4.30 pm today, just as it was going dark, he had a splash about in his new bird bath.

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Life never ceases to amaze don’t you think? I’ve written at some length, ad nauseam, some might say, about the infamous footstools, but now I have a further, unexpected, chapter for you.

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Yesterday I put the bird feeder out and had another run-in with a wren.

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Or perhaps that should be a confused bird lover .

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I think I’m turning into a grumpy old woman, Peter says I’ve been both grumpy and old for years! Today I went to the dentist.

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Here we go again, the clocks have gone back and I’m still operating under British Summer Time. I think we’ve been here before.

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Yesterday we tackled one of our least favourite jobs, trimming the ivy that grows up the front of the house. (The ‘home page’ photo is old, the ivy is now passed the bedroom windows.) Thankfully it only needs doing once a year.

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Friday morning dawned bright and sunny, much as Thursday had done. Sadly this time my mood didn’t match and I had an uneasy feeling of foreboding.

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Monday 18th October started like any other day. The footstools were in the hall and in my face, but life goes on.

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Do you believe that an inanimate object can be jinxed, to the extent that it turns a normally sensible and rational person into a jibbering wreck, casting it’s dark shadow over their everyday life?  Well I do.

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