...was a little strange. Little things that didn't really warrent blogging about on their own. The small bird in Paul's bedroom was probably the first.
Walking back from the watercolour class on Wednesday, I pulled a bike off a rider trapped underneath it.
In fact now I think of it, it was on the road right behind this tree that I've already blogged about! It's just by a small roundabout and a car came around it, not very fast, and skidded to a halt quite suddenly. The road narrows here so sometimes cars have to stop to let buses and lorries past. Unfortunately the poor guy behind couldn't stop so quickly and the bike slid sideways and as he fell off it landed on top off him, trapping his leg. Since I was right beside him I went over to pull it off. He let out a horrible cry and his foot was trapped at an unnatural angle but he got up and hopefully it was nothing worse than a sprain. That bike was pretty heavy though!
Yesterday was our one year anniverary of moving into our house. The first time we looked at it, we were standing on the balcony looking over the back garden when a cat sitting in the middle of next doors garden gave us a really strange startled look and jumped up on the wall and up onto the balcony to greet us. It felt like an omen at the time. And yesterday as I opened the shutters, there was a cat on the balcony!
In fact, it was this little puddy tat that I blogged about before! I've only seen him a couple of times since we moved in, he's quite nervous and every so slightly mad!
Also yesterday waitng at the bus stop to nip up to the supermarket I stood next to a lady with a little dog, one of those 'all hair and eyeballs' terriers. It was pouring with rain and she was wearing light coloured trousers. The little dog moved closer to her and she told it off, yanking it's lead and brushing her trousers. Poor little thing was looking from her face to her trousers but obviously had no idea what she was ranting about. Made me wonder what it's like to be an animal and stuck with a stupid owner like her.
Shortly after, I walked to the bus stop on the way back (I have that timetable sussed!) and they were there again. She was still looking grumpy but the dog had other things in mind and sniffed the hedge. Then it turned around with it's back to the hedge and peed into the hedge doing a handstand, on it's two front legs! Cute trick but after seeing how the owner reacted when it only brushed against her trousers, I wonder was she so uptight she actually taught it to do that?
Finally, not very strange but interesting to me, I've discovered an alcoholic drink I like! I always say I don't drink, but I do often try a sip of Mark's if he's opened a bottle of wine. I can't really see the point of alcohol though and more especially since I get migraines. The last drink I enjoyed was a rum punch in Madagascar in 1998 and before that was a red wine I tried at a wine testing held at the office in the same year. It was the last one, the rich fruity one they saved until the end so it probably appealed to my sweet tooth! Haven't tasted a red I like as much since then. But last night Mark cracked open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate. (It was a Christmas present we had saved for a suitable occasion - which I had hoped would be winning a triple rollover!) So now if anyone asks me 'what's yours?' I can say with confidence, 'thanks, I'll have a glass of Veuve Clicqout!' Better make it a pint, lest anyone thinks I'm cheap!