* Mr Soup and I are not speaking. It may be some time.
* Planted three bronze coloured sedges and five lomandras today. If the rabbits eat them tonight there will be blood on the lawn tomorrow, I swear. (Followed by rabbit in red wine with garlic mash).
* One orange on my baby orange tree! My god!
* On Thursday I discovered that Son #3 had been involved in a [minor] car accident on Wednesday. When I asked him, trying to keep the rising shriek out of my voice, why HE HAD NOT MENTIONED THIS, he replied I forgot. (EDITED as there seems to be some confusion: he's nine years old. He was one of six children in the car pool car. He was NOT the driver!)
* The car accident? Which involved FIVE cars? Was caused by a mother duck and her ducklings crossing the road.
* Today while watching the youngest child play in a soccer match, the wind was so strong it was actually blowing me off my feet. I kept wishing I was at home in my bed with a cup of tea and my book.
* A friend said my birds nest brooch looked like spiders eggs nestled in pubic hair. I find this funny, but now every time I look at it I see pubes.
* I've almost finished Broken for You and am thoroughly enjoying it. The premise is interesting, the characters engaging, believable and likable to boot, and the writing is elegant. The large print edition I grabbed from the library is proving useful at the boys' 6.00 pm soccer training sessions. I can read in the [near] dark.
* Alan Rickman narrating The Return of the Native is just divine. His beautiful and soothing voice accompanies me on my commute to work; I've even been known to go and sit in my car at lunchtime just to hear a few more minutes. Rickman does a credible West Country accent (all Cap'n Birdseye, guess what I put in my fish fingers, type of speak) and has a pleasant singing voice too - he sings little Wessex ditties and a lovely piece in posh French. The rest of the time it's sonorous Thames Valley RP all the way. Absolutely lovely. Well, except for the bits where the tape is stretched (it's a 1985 recording) and his voice gets deeper and deeper and slower and slower until I nearly fall asleep and drive off the road until the click of the tape giving in altogether wakes me up. I had to go to the library at work (handy, working at a university sometimes ...) and get the book to fill in the missing bits.
* There's a YouTube music video featuring him (Alan Rickman) in a car being sexy, and then doing the tango at a petrol station. Go on. You know you want to.
* I'm truly madly deeply (Alan Rickman reference there, in case you missed it) bad at Scrabulous, but am enjoying Word Twist.
* End of Term 2. Now, two weeks of holidays. (The children that is, not me).
* And because it's bad luck to post without a photo, here's a corner of the nature table currently. (Note lamp base as toadstool aid).