o’incroyable

Continuing on the theme of the small Puffin’s dedication to the written word (lately especially of Mr Ransome)… Puffin was besieged by terrible bug and amid bonfire style temperature, puking his ring up, incapacitated by headache and drowsy state could be heard requesting in a delicate voice in the dark “I wish you could read …” . Point out to Puffin since he’s finding the light very troubling and they are all turned off it would be difficult to read in the dark. “You could go stand in the next room and call out the words to me from there…”

Really, bless, bless. 

Not to be getting to evangelical about literature, oh what the heck, literature can save us. It also got us through the chickenpox a few years back and we’ve walked miles walking and reading, which sounds bizarre probably, but no more so than walking and talking on the phone. 

 Am finding bird population marginally more remarkable than ever previous in this lifetime, probably because I never looked at them til Puffin insisted we bird watch in the middle of busy city streets. Really gulls aren’t bad looking, when they’re not staring at you and 7 songbirds outside the window today in some kind of birdy Eurovision had me feeling quite remarkable. Now Puffin stops on the street to take in some hidden clump of feathers and immediately passing strangers stop and stare up same way people do when there’s a road accident or a fight breaks out. Beginning to think the UN should hand out binoculars ….