Porridge for Breakfast, The Ordinary Life of a TTP Survivor

Ever since we have lived in this house we have been, periodically, visited by badgers.   Only very occasionally do we see them, or hear them.   Sometimes late at night we hear a crunch on the gravel and looking out we see one trotting up the road, not far away.    However, just occasionally they make themselves better know.   I have to say that I neither love nor hate them.   They are wildlife and they were probably walking this way a long time before these houses were built.   They eat slugs apparently, which I kind of like, but then they also eat frogs, and I like frogs.   It's a bitter sweet relationship. A while back we laid a new pathway and worked hard to get it looking just right.  We were really pleased with ourselves! In the night, however, we were awoken by the most terrible noise and we went to investigate. Inadvertently, we had sealed off one of the Badgers' exits and they weren't happy at all. When badgers decide on a route, they...

I love Saturday afternoons.   Work is finished for a couple of days and my time is pretty much my own.  Housework is no longer a chore that has to be rushed through, I sort of potter around now really.   Paid work, house work, gardening, it's all much more relaxed than it once was. This afternoon I've tidied the kitchen, done a bit of vacuuming, and pottered in the garden. I'm not the only one who has to think of dinner though.   I'm not a great fan of spiders, I let live but I prefer them in the garden to the house.  And our garden seems to have plenty at the moment.   This one has caught their next meal. There's a bee in there somewhere. The Fuchsias have been lovely this year. And so have the Raspberries!