Isabel Rogers
@isabelrogers
Writer. Relatively chirpy. Stockwell Park Orchestra series, and sometimes poetry. isabelrogers619 on instagram isabelrogers.org
Completing my dentist's new patient form, and lost it at this question. Now singing it in John Lennon's voice.
So when the coal tits decide they want more sunflower seeds, they send in their leader to sort out supply issues.
Zig couldn't care less about the tennis. But we hope Arthur Fery's nose stops bleeding.
I am now agog about what you went through. Do I click? Will something horrible sear my brain forever?
Do you think insects who have lost a leg but appear perfectly fine are constantly thinking "ow ow OW"?
oh my - look who has come out to play! It was in the pond but tiny last year, and didn't flower.
face of a dog who has been forcibly moved so he doesn't sleep with hot fur pressed against my legs while I watch the Jacks play tennis. He will spread, like a liquid, to take up all available space. But you have to try.
Offered a hat to one of my builders and reminded him to put sun cream on the back of his neck. "What kind of hat?" he asked, nervously. Baseball cap was deemed okay. Should have called his bluff and gone full Margo
so chilled unlike the coal tit who is not prepared for this development
In a change of tactic, the bold coal tit starts as normal on the hooks outside, but instead of the sofa arm went for the back of my raincoat. Either way: got sunflower seeds so job done.
Big lad. Everyone has calmed down now and he seems chilled. From my side of the fence.
mixed up with all the siskins, chaffinches, blue tits, goldfinches and great tits, I *think* this is a black cap?? Of course, as soon as I turn Merlin on, it bloody stops. One of you will put me right.
Intriguingly it has a W (or possibly an M) on the handle, and there was a stone in the old mill ruin that says JW. Let me run ahead of myself here.
Does anyone know old silver marks? This spoon turned up under the digger. Given that the oldest thing I've found here with my metal detector was a 2p piece from 1971, this is exciting.
They weren't angry, just disappointed that I've run out of peanut bits and sunflower seeds, so this was the ordinary stuff. Resupplying today. At the end we hear Zig complaining that I'd spent ENOUGH time standing outside.
Yes I have #TheTennis going on in the background. Today's obsession: Annabel Croft's notes. They look like the brain-splat I do when I'm planning a novel.
I'm starting my week being amazed at my daughter's weekend: this is her popping over a 1.45m jump like it was nothing. Ridiculous. if you like this sort of thing, she's doing a lot more of it (so much) on instagram as eloisegc_equestrian and has given me permission to share all this
Not to be outdone by the Sagrada Família towers... nothing bolted down yet, but we're seeing how they look.