same old same old

This evening after a full day of incessant rainfall it started to clear up a a bit, so I took the opportunity to take a look in the pond to see what was occurring. There were the five huge gangly cygnets chomping away at the grass while the Mother looked protectively on. The Father was away with the fairies chasing duckies away for no apparent reason - this was virtually the same scene that confronted me a week or so ago. Does this mean that I've lost a week of my life somewhere?

Probably.