What will the New Year Bring

Sometimes, when it is hard to speak, my blog does it for me.

New Year's Eve and we did have to bid a fond farewell to a wood pigeon who arrived in our garden 5 days ago at the time he did look a bit shabby. It had rained and I just assumed he was a little damp, but there was more to his looks than I assumed. We have bird flu going around in the UK and I think he might have caught the bug. Seemed to rally on the second day and ate some of the food I put out but soon went back to his dry place under the lavender bush. Sadly when I awoke yesterday he was at peace. RIP pigeon, never did catch your name but your troubles are now over, enjoy your well-earned rest.

While he was here he played a game with Jenson and I. Every time we went out to see how he was, he was nowhere to be seen. Hide and seek, Jenson and I would look under the Lavender bush, no not there, the bush under the office window, no not there. Where was he? Finally, we would find him under the Christmas tree. Jenson would go and say hello and he would get onto the herb garden box and we would wonder how he did it. Moments of a very short friendship.

Swimming is a challenge at the moment, with gale-force winds, rain and rough seas. We have persevered and will do the New Year swim tomorrow with Gemma at 10 am.

What will 2023 be like, the answer I suppose is how the wind blows. I look forward to what the wind brings. Let it be gusty or blow a gale and we will appreciate the days when it is a gentle breeze. Hope you have more of a gentle year and get where you want to go without looking back too often.

Susan has been watching Emily in Paris. Just to warn you it has nudity, bad language, scenes of a sexual nature (when two consenting adults have fun) and no violence. No, it is the fashion world, the worst they can do is struck you with their powder puff. This has it all, fashion, amazing clothes and from what I have observed, a storyline with as much substance as a g-string. Riveting drama and all in Paris, who would have believed it?

Tamacgor S Bold has a friend who is into travel. We’ll actually, she books travel for people wanting to see all those exotic places they would never have dreamed of. Her name is Vicky Compact, you know the kind, small ass and big breasts on stilettos. Well, she is the opposite but then who are we to judge? She is a good friend of Lady Vivienne and Russell, both use her services on a regular basis. Anyway, why am I telling you this? Well, it has got to do with flights to Italy, or should I say the lack of reasonably priced tickets. Even the highly competent Vicky Compact has trouble getting a return fare under £ 235.00. I suggest Lastminute.com for those who are still searching.