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Is it me, or is comment spam getting weirder? (Yes, the title comes from one of those which failed the I-am-not-spam test). Bizarre.
Almost a week without a post – and people thought I was getting obsessive about the blog. I can give it up at any time.
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Any time at all.
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This week, then, I have mostly been …
… laughing at/with Ferny the Goth. She has a gift for the unfortunate turn of phrase or action which has led to mucho merriment. It’s a shame that I can’t really share them with you all as, in most cases, you had to be there.
Oh, ok. Just the one two.
I was wearing a shorter than usual shirt yesterday. Short enough that I felt unable to have a good stretch in case it rode up and showed my voluminous body. I was explaining my curious lowered-arms stretch to Flash.
“I have to be careful not to get FtG too excited,” I quipped.
“Yes, I might get so excited I’d slide off my chair.”
Our jaws dropped and we both just stared at her. It was a definite did-she-really-say-what-I-think-she-said moment.
“I’ve gone too far again, haven’t I?”
“Do you remember how we had that conversation about “The Line” and how you should try not to cross it?”
“Yes. Why don’t you stop me?”
“Stop you?” I pointed at the line where our desks join. “If this is the line, you pootle along quite happily like this …” (my finger traced a path parallel to the joint, keeping an inch or so away) “… and then before I know what’s happening, you’re here” (my finger shooting across the joint and pointed at a spot six inches over the line). “I’d stop you if I could, Ferny, but there’s just not enough time to do so.”
She was a little quiet for the rest of the afternoon.
This morning the subject of running came up in conversation.
“I don’t do running.” announced FtG. “I prefer to jump up and down,” and proceeded to demonstrate. Bounciness ensued.
I swear I tried my hardest to maintain eye contact. Really, I did.
She stopped quickly. “I’ve gone too far again, haven’t I?”
“Well, maybe. I can’t say I’m complaining, though. Do you remember saying you were enjoying working with us and that you’d never had colleagues like us?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I can safely say that we’ve never had a colleague like you either.”
And that has to be the last time I mention FtG. If she finds this, I’m toast. Let’s move on.
This week I have also been …
… joining things.
The RSPB for one. I was a member last year but hadn’t got around to renewing, so I’ve finally done so online and set up a direct debit so I don’t have to remember again next year. I then made the mistake of just taking a look at the online shop. It’s amazing how quickly the total due reached £60. Hopefully with all these nice feeders in place I’ll be able to attract a better variety of visitor to rARsh Manor. Now I just need to place an order for some wiggle wiggler goodies.
The reason for this renewed interest? On my way back from Torchwood Town last weekend I’d called in on Wuglums and LSLP where we’d adjourned to their garden. They have a selection of feeders and were attracting some interesting visitors which I just don’t seem to see here in Norfolk – a nuthatch, greenfinch, a selection of tits and even a dunnock. Unfortunately although I’d packed my tripod for the trip to Wales, I’d not taken my huge lens … and the 200-500mm Tamron “beast” had the tripod’s shoe attached, rendering the shoeless part pretty much useless. Darn. I had to shoot hand-held, then, with the 70-300mm Tamron “mini-beast” and in the late afternoon light I just couldn’t hold the camera steady enough to get any decent shots. The photos below are a pretty good example of the better results.
The image on the right is a 1:1 crop from the photo in the middle, of course. I’m fairly confident that with a tripod and just a smidge more light I could have gone some rather decent photies. We’ll just have to wait and see.
What else?
Oh yes. Signed up for the National Trust, too, so a return trip to Anglesey Abbey may be on the cards for tomorrow. Much more fun than tidying up and/or looking for my passport, at least.
That’s Saturday sorted. How about Sunday?
Well, Stubby was – strangely enough – dropping hints that she might be free on Sunday. I’m not sure why and will not be holding my breath waiting for a call. It was all a little odd, to tell the truth. Besides, I’ll have tidying (and/or searching for my passport) to do. And may be washing my hair.
We’ll see. Come back soon(ish) for the next thrilling instalment of “The Life of Lionel”. It’s all go.