Yesterday I decided to Do the Garden. As in tackle some slightly bigger jobs like re-seeding mangy bits of lawn and doing the edgings with the special cutter-thingy. Accordingly, I donned the gardening clothes (old and scary) and hit the back of the house first.
It was warmish and I soon worked up a glow, which isn't an issue when you're in the privacy of your own back garden. We have a side gate that separates the drive from the back of the house. This is mainly for security, it's not a massively substantial gate bit it's high enough to stop the casual prowler. Yesterday, to make it easier to tote shears and mowers from front to back, I tied it open.
So, there I am heaving away at lumps of turf, when a small movement caught my eye. It was a woman just opening the back door, she had a friend with her. I sprinted over and challenged her. She was on the attack straight away whith the statement that this wasn't my house and they were at the right place. How do you counter that? What number is this then? She asked. I came right back with What number do you want? That got her, she had to answer.
We came to the understanding that she'd counted the numbers of the houses from the wrong end of the road and ended up at mine, the third in from the top instead of the third from the bottom. Plausible. But would you ever just open someone's back door and go straight in when you'd obviously never been to the house before? I thought not.
So, after giving it some thought, I'll go to the other house today and just check they did get there in the end.
On Sunday we had another poor little intruder. I was in the park when I got a call form Youngest saying the cat 'had something' in the kitchen and she daren't go in. Now the cats don't go out so the something had to have come from inside. I rushed home and arrived to find a poor little blue tit in a bad way with the cat prowling round. I put it in a little spare fish tank we have and sat it in a quiet place. Its wing was obviously broken and sometimes the first hour or so makes the decision for you.
But no, it was still perky later on and I decided to take it to the marvellous rehabber lady who took the baby chaffinch a couple of years ago. She lives about half an hour away and was waiting in the garden when I arrived. I left her the tank as she said she gets lots of little animals brought to her, and I gave her a donation. I did this last time as well, she said hardly anyone thinks to do this. Not only does she give her time but she must have to buy all kinds of supplies, how selfish of people not to think of this even when they have the kindness to rescue something. I don't have the expertise to splint a wing and am thankful somebody else does. Not to mention the time she invests.
At home I went to the bathroom and saw the feathers on the floor. The window, with a climbing hydrangea outside, was open less than an inch. I don't know if the bird squeezed in or Frank shot a paw out, but it's one of those freak things that I hope won't happen again.
Then we went off out to go to the cinema in Macclesfield to see The Great Gatsby. It's rowdy, flashy and occasionally funny; the soundtrack is great and the two and a half hours went by quickly. We liked it.
I'd just like to mention here that I'm having a lot of trouble commenting on other people's blogs, notably Knitsofacto and Driftwood but others as well (mainly Blogger blogs but the odd Typepad). None of my IDs will log me in, if I can enter my URL etc manually then all is well, otherwise game most definitely not on. I will try loading a different browser but just so you all know- I'm still reading you!!