Patience

It took a moment or two to register but as I looked sleepily out of the back door, I realised that the bundle of feathers on the grass was a Sparrow-hawk hunching over a Blackbird in its talons. My excited exclamations brought Nancy through from the bathroom but the Sparrow-hawk exited stage left with the lifeless bird in its grip. High drama and my day was barely minutes old. Sparky came to inspect the crime scene with mild dis-interest. He’s seen it all before.

Then the delivery dude turned-up in his impressively parked tanker and proceeded to fill our tank with 900 litres of heating oil. He also offered that our oil tank is an old design and we should consider getting a new one in the next 10 years or so. Helpful.

A travel loop involving curtain fabric ordering in Selkirk, no garden waste dumping (it’s shut on a Tuesday) and aftershave collection in Kelso ensued.