I was walking back home yesterday with the girlie. Essential shopping had to be done; the Next sale doesn’t last forever you know. Anyway we had been chatting about this and that and I suddenly turned to her and said ‘you know what I haven’t seen in absolutely ages – a cement mixer truck’. I used to point them out such a lot when the boy was wee but how quickly these little things pass in the depths of history, if I pointed one out to him nowadays he would just add it to my CV for the Funny Farm (which, by the way, is starting to look impressive – the CV I mean, not the Funny Farm although….). Cut to the chase. Shortly after I had said that about the cement mixer one actually passed us – it was one of those open mouthed spooky moments. And before you say I probably saw it out of the corner of my eye or something it came from behind so that’s a no-no.

Ok I guess the fact that I was talking about cement mixer trucks anyway was just a further demonstration of my strangeness.

On a different note altogether. Some chickens have moved in next door to us and to start with they were a little clucky and that but they settled very quickly into never-think-they-were-there noise level. Until this afternoon that is when one of them is operating some kind of strimmer type machine, or it could be a demented hoover I can’t be certain.

Half way through the weeks performances now and looking forward to big party on Saturday and after that………………nothing for a bit………..well about a week or so. Apart from dancing………and some more singing……….and committee meetings…………and printing…………and………….