The Last Furlong

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This morning I saw one bird at the bird feeders – one. Continue reading


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Not what I intended

I woke up chipper this morning – it’s cooler. I even saw a bird! Since the start of the drought and the continual sunshine, they have been missing. It’s quite unnerving. Before we went away the feeders were full – full – of little birds and when we got back they were gone; and my pansies were burnt to a crisp. Continue reading

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Take comfort for your health

You probably know that some hikers in the Alps in the 1990’s  found the frozen body of an ancient corpse – from thousands of years ago.  He’d been murdered. He’s called Otzi. Details about Otzi here 

You probably know that the Furlongs have followed the Paleo diet, and the Plant based diet to improve their health. Mr Furlong has a heart condition.  Continue reading


In praise of fur

This morning I saw my face. I took the trouble to polish the mirror I use to put my makeup on. Continue reading


Basketball champ

The Furlong granddaughter comes here every Friday afternoon. We went for a walk. We ended up on the grassy field behind our home where occasionally some boys in a nearby house kick a ball about. Sometimes they leave the balls there.  Continue reading


Hate you, hate you

I have figured it out. I got attacked in my own garden by a demented, furious bird. (see recent post Angry Bird).

But it didn’t stop there, Whilst chatting to our neighbour the next day it dive bombed me again, chattering loudly “I hate you, hate you!” Continue reading


Old ladies’ chests

At ninety two, my mother complained her breasts looked like blood hound ears. We thought that was really funny. They did! My mother was generously endowed, yet even to the very end, she encased her blood hound ears in a bra. Continue reading