It has been raining here since Christmas...well, a slight exaggeration, but it feels as though it has.
It is cold, wet, miserable - even Toby doesn't fancy a walk.
So I feel free to spend some time doing what I want.
Drinking tea, eating cake.
I could have eaten a rich and gooey chocolate cake, but I settled for a slice of old fashioned treacle tart. It contained next to no calories, because I served it without cream.
(Dream on, Elaine!)
Now, eating cake and sipping tea is a wonderful occupation, but I feel there is something lacking...
I need a book, something to help me escape from the continual sound of rain, howling wind, gurgling and struggling downpipes and gutters, and
the steady drip of the leak in the conservatory...
Janet of Revising Life Blogspot very kindly recommended that I read "Wesley, the Story of a Remarkable Owl".
Janet knows of my interest in the owls around here and thought I may enjoy it.
It is the story of how a four-day-old baby barn owl with a nerve damaged wing is cared for by a biologist.
She cared for him, and loved him, for 19 years.
I have a feeling that it will all end in tears
and some of those will be mine.
Thank you for recommending it Janet, it is a wonderful book.