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I'm still trying to fix the commenting problem I've got, where the email telling someone I've commented on their blog doesn't get through. I fiddled so much last night I lost the ability to comment completely and then I couldn't log in to my own blog. You know how late at night it can all be overwhelming? I was at the point of giving it all up and moving to Corfu to live a life free of technology (I caught the last half of the Gerald Durrell programme the other day).
Anyway, this morning I am at least back into my own blog and I think I can comment again, although the email thing still isn't fixed. But now I am too afraid to meddle. And still wondering about Corfu. The children are having all sorts of after school things at the moment. I don't remember the last time we ate tea at a sensible time. I spent all Tuesday evening watching cricket. I wore my double-thickness fur-lined winter coat and it was still freezing. I heard a rumour that warm weather is on the way. And the day's top news - I have a fully functioning washing machine. It plays a ridiculous tune when it's finished, but really, I'm just happy to be back in the land of the clean again. And if I was washing clothes all the live long day I'd want to blast out a bit of a fanfare from time to time as well.
Out at the wetlands place spring has arrived despite the cool temperatures. There are ducklings and goslings and all sorts of other birds are nesting. The swallows are flitting about and the swifts are starting to return. Mama duck was doing a sterling job with her nine littles. Does she keep counting them I wonder? Nine is a lot to keep together and feed. They were trying their best to find delicious things to eat. We watching one of them valiantly going at a petal. In the end it was all too much, and not tasty anyway, and he had to go "Phth, phth, phtthhh" and try and spit it out, although by that time it had stuck to his tongue a bit. It's a steep learning curve.
Sorry if this was a bit of a fraught moan at the start. The sun is shining, the washing is tumbling, there is rhubarb shortbread in the kitchen and I shall no doubt recover (discover?) my equilibrium before too much longer. Hoping all is well with you?