Unbelievably good weather this week has had me feeling quite serene and mellow. At least until today when I get dropped the bombshell at work that one of my best staff is being moved a week on Monday. Just to sort out some idiot who is causing problems elsewhere. At least he is not coming to my office. So what was all that "lets talk about staff moves in our monthly meeting" shit our dimwitted boss talked about a week ago??? Shit just like everything else at my place.
Running is going well. I am feeling it tonight. I have knocked 1 and a half minutes off my time home on my run from work in two weeks. Not bad, for an old bloke.
Not long til Cuba. I am getting excited. So is the daughter with her threats of "housies" in our absence. She has been warned.
It being so hot we have been sleeping with the window open. I got woken up this morning by a very weird bird call that I had never heard before. This sent me to the RSPB website here and listening to all the birds I could think of that might have made it. I discovered amongst other things that the irritating little fucker that sings from about four o'clock each morning is the Coal Tit. Finally after listening to the Kestrel - a bird we have seen several times out the back and the Greater Spotted Woodpecker we saw one Saturday morning on a bit of a hunch I typed in Red Kite and listening to it that was definitely what I heard.
There are some breeding pairs over at Gibside so they must be widening their area.
Under two miles from the City Centre and its like living in the country side with all this wildlife around us.We have seen rabbits and lots of hedgehogs and voles (and rats) over the years. No foxes yet but they are moving into the city and we are having problems at work on one of our estates near Jesmond Dene with foxes burrows in back gardens.
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