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Trickle. Not a word I come across much. It has a musical ring in the saying of it.

Being spaced out worked to my advantage. The inability to set cooker timer correctly gave me an unexpected hour of gardening.

Whippet put himself to bed with a guilty look, as I walked in. He had been in the bin. Mind you the fact black cat was munching a dead bird added to his unease. Wise decision to scar-per.

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Not quite as good as a book but the next best thing.

Sometimes I have a go at my own bit of expressionism via the camera.

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What a well brought up car driver. He stopped in the middle of a busy round about at rush hour to make way for a police car. Our chap in blue is so shocked he does not budge. The everso courteous beckons encouragingly. Policeman's mate who is right behind is so gob smacked that he fails to take immediate advantage all the car driver can offer is to doff his cap as he continues around the round about. This has me tittering in astonishment for the rest of the journey.

"Do you wear a nappy?" he asks "I do".

We can't believe our luck. The smoke alarm remains silent in spite of a smoke filled kitchen. Whoops five minutes latter everyone is nicely lined up on the playground and I am legging it up to explain and apologize. The lady in the office fails to forgive as we have caught her out. She has no nicely laminated registers for us to tick. This provides much mirth in our unit as almost daily she rings berating the inefficient delivery through cyber space of our register. That never happened in the good old days, pen and paper was much simpler and in the event of fire alarms jumping to attention we had a copy of our own.

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Cartoon stars and Z cars

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Bless her heart. Displaying devotion to duty she comes in clutching a list of Hungarian words. The little lad eyes her warily, but mum says "very good". As long as we get the word toilet sorted all will be well.

The NQT is chuffed and so she should be. One of our 4 year olds requested a camera and some envelops and went into the garden. Then asked his mum to print out the 4 pictures he had taken. He placed 1 photo in each envelope and strategically placed them. Hey presto one treasure hunt for his mother each envelop held a clue to the next clue and then to treasure. He had recreated the fun and games on the last day of term.

He is trundling his luggage and clutching a large mug of tea to the car. We exchange a bleary eyed good morning.

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Max

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Warm air blowing in through the windows makes the curtains dance, ruffles my hair and makes me wonder why I don't fling the window wide more often.

Whippet and black cat have been de fleaed , but they seemed to have jumped ship and landed on me. I find the large tin with a yellow lid and take action.

She rings me up and tries to prod me into entering the village produce show. Oh dear I have missed the entry date. I feel absolved.

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A Committee is a group of people who individually

can do nothing, but as a group decide that nothing can be done.

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Yesterday I decided an outing might fan any spark of lingering enthusiasm for life. I didn't give myself time to sink in a tired and despondent heap after walking whippet. I grueled my way around Leamington feeling detached. I kept seeing opportunities but couldn't find the energy to step over the sodding shoulder and engage.

Today for half an hour the pain was managable and I to my utter suppriise I felt 10 years younger. I found a bit of me that I had thought had disappeared for ever. This filled me with hope and carried me through the day.

She has a musical voice and tells us her mother was a professional singer. She is using her own creative talents to run courses in the wonderfully light and airy studio where the sheep peer in and the view magical. The mate and I think self hypnosis might be fun. And I also fancy learning to use the peg loom that was lurking in a corner.

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The monkey business illusion a test of perception.

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The Ipod has just died, as luck would have it one of my Library books is Ipods for Dummies. The trouble shooting instructions may as well be in Chinese but man about the house translates them perfectly and is rewarded with a tiny apple.

Don't cry now, says the mother to the blond dot in pink. She trails after her 2 brothers sniffing and rubbing her eyes pathetically. Sensing they are all immune to emotional blackmail she shakes her blond head and stamps her foot furiously.

Sometimes I feel alarmingly close to the ground. The first time I experienced this was my college days tripping around Birmingham. At the time I put it down to being enclosed by tall buildings and feeling like a tiny ant. The move to a city was a culture shock to say the least. Every so often the sensation returns, to day I wonder if I have shrunk with age.

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"It was thrilling to receive your card" she says. I have never ever thrilled anyone before.

My mother is thrilled with the roses my sister has taken around for her. "They smell divine".

I am thrilled to see an old orange brolly and an old friend. Bring Whippet to play and come for coffee. She is 94 used to make hats and now wants to learn to sculpt. What an inspiration.

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She tells me about a creation she once made her daughter to wear at Ascot, on spotting the very same hat in the crowd and making a bee line for her daughter only to find out her daughter had flogged it.

No body wears them better

Her Royal Highness

Ascot 2010