Words from a Bird

Last week, I allowed the husband to fulfill a long held dream of his.  You'll be slightly relieved to learn that this didn't involve me removing my vest, but instead involved a visit to the local garden centre which resulted in the purchase (after much haggling at the till) of a water feature for the garden. The husband has strange taste where anything (except me) is concerned.  Over the years, I have gently steered him away from several things, including clothes which have words on them, three quarter length trousers, Match of the Day and trifle (actually, this is an ongoing battle which I fear I will never win).  So when it came to choosing a water feature, I knew that there might be a small chasm between what he wanted and what I felt was acceptable to grace my border. 'What about that one? 'Too loud' 'This one?' 'Too shiny' 'This one?' 'I'm not a lover of buckets and fake taps' 'Ooh, this one...' 

Well, what a few months that has been.  Let's get the serious stuff out of the way first shall we ladies?  I hope that like me you have managed to work your way through lock-down in a safe and sane manner.  I calculate my own measure of success on the fact that the husband is still breathing, and not been used to form an interesting raised bed in the middle of the lawn.  My last post was after the dubious haircut (think Ken Dodd) which the husband gave me, and since then my days have been taken up with work and not much else.  I came to the conclusion that publishing daily blogs along the line of 'woke up, worked, ate and slept' wouldn't be that entertaining, and to be honest, the idea of switching my work laptop off and my personal one on was not high on my agenda at the end of a long day.   So you all know how much I adore Binland, and I am extremely grateful that I was able to work through the last few months and feel a bit useful.  I've worked from home