Having intimated on another thread that small pleasures can be very satisfying, in that vein I bought some walnut whips today for no reason - not had 'em for ages - and both Mrs Perrin and myself indulged in one each. I think I had the salted-caramel one and she had the plain/walnut one. Some people like to bite the bottom off first and slurp the dubious creamy stuff, but we nibble the top nut first. It's up to you really. Three in a box but it would have been unseemly to scoff 1.5 each we thought. And how easy is it to vertically slice a walnut whip eh? We agreed afterwards that our cheerfulness rating had been raised by two units of cheerfulness (can someone tell us what units cheerfulness is measured in please?). So that was nice.
I'm not sure if "cheerful" is the correct description of today's other event at 12 Coleridge Close, but it was certainly pretty damn arresting. This week we started putting the sunflower hearts out again for the birdies, and our old friends the goldfinches have returned en masse. I noted over 20 of them earlier in the week, in the two seconds they stayed still enough to count. Anyway, there I was cheerfully (
) watching them, when suddenly they started to rush away for apparently no reason. A second later, the sun was blotted out by this gigantic pterodactyl thing slamming into the birdfeeder and then onto the table. Oh. It appears that only N-1 goldfinches managed to depart in time where N had arrived. The victor then proceeded to have lunch for a good ten minutes, oblivious to me snapping away the other side of the window (or perhaps (s)he WANTED to be photographed). I suppose at least it had the decency to sit nicely at the table while eating. My sister, who's into these things, says it was a sparrowhawk. Never seen anything like it here before. Pretty impressive attack considering we're in the middle of town surrounded by lots of trees and other obstacles. Bit blurry through the window but best I could manage:
Oh, and Mock The Week is on later, and even if like me you think it's "nowhere near as good as when Frankie Boyle was on" it still raises a laugh or two and cheers me up.
"There comes a time in your life Ponsonby, when you think: 'My God, I'm two-thirds of the way to the grave and what have I done?" - RIP
"It is in the petty details, not in the great results, that the interest of existence lies" - JKJ