What’s in your bag?

 

 What’s in your bag?

I don’t often carry a bag, but needed one as I was going to a funeral. This begs the question, is a bag an essential requirement when attending a funeral? The answer is probably, ‘Yes’.

I went through the contents – my youngest daughter calls it ‘editing the bag’ – and was nonplussed to discover two packets of Nigella seeds. Nigella, or Love-in-a-mist, is a cottage garden annual, which attracts bees and other pollinators, and self-seeds readily. It has pretty flowers in shades of blue amidst a froth of finely cut leaves. I have no idea why the seed packets were in my bag. There are no expiry dates on them, so we’ll plant them and see what happens.

There were also a couple of receipts, one for a railway ticket - I haven’t travelled by train for many years – and the other for a family ‘birthday lunch’ ten years ago when we used to do such things.

I found wipes of differing kinds – for grazed knees, for sore eyes, for refreshing hands and for cleaning the lenses of glasses. There was a tube of hand cream – car journeys are times for hand care if I’m the passenger - a bottle of perfume and a stainless steel water bottle.

I also had a small sewing kit – you know, just in case I had to sew on a button or darn a sock or measure something.

To this collection would have to be added spectacles, tissues, a small hairbrush, a coin purse and credit cards. I travel light! 😏

Ultimately, the editing, though interesting, was unnecessary as something cropped up to prevent me attending the funeral. 

Winston’s frog blog March 2010

Winston here . . . p'rrrrr, p'rrrrr . . .
I know you'll all be surprised to be hearing from me again – twice in one month, whatever next?
I just wanted to let you know that I've got a new hobby. You know that me and Monty are ornithologists. Well, there's plenty of our little fevvered friends in the garden to keep us happy, it being Spring and all. There's also lots of frogs crashing around in the pond – and making ever such a din, too. I think they're practising for a gin-ass-ticks display – you know, one of those things where they all climb on top of each other and the winner stands on the top and everyone claps. They're doing it in water so I s'pose it's – you know, whaddya call it? – sinkromized swimming or something or is it aquarobics? (Mrs H does that don'tcha know) but we can't see much of it, 'coz we're not in the water.
Anyway, my new hobby is photography. I don't actually take the pictures. I mean, come on, I'm a cat, don'tcha know. I'm not built the right way to hold a camera and my claws aren't made for pushing buttons that small. No, my new interest is in editing the pictures Mr H takes. I've been watching Mrs H when she edits and it's dead simple and I can do it much quicker than her.
So I thought you'd like to see my first efforts.

How many frogs can you see? (There are at least four!)

I think they're pretty good for a beginner and a cat, at that. Mrs H was ever so impressed 'coz I did it so quick and even she don't know how I managed to turn them from colour to monochrome and I star-rated that coloured one (five stars, natch!)

I hope you're as impressed as my Humans.

See you again soon.
TTFN