This morning I have been making phone calls. Two of the people I rang were out so I’ll phone again. The first doesn’t have an answerphone, which is quite straightforward (although I only wanted to leave a message) but the second did. “There’s no one here, please ring again later,” it went. Which is a bit pointless, isn’t it? I’d rather not have had a reply than that.
The good news is that Al’s hive of bees has survived the winter. When it was sunny on Sunday, thousands of them were flying about. He is very relieved.
When cycling home this afternoon, I heard an angrily screaming seagull. I looked up and a barn owl, misguidedly out during the day (it was about 2.15pm) was being chased by the gull. It was being outpaced too, despite weaving and diving to try to get away. Finally, it reached a small tree and took refuge, just in time because more gulls were appearing in answer to the screaming. I’d rather have owls than gulls on the whole, but I suppose they had right on their side. I wonder how a gull knows that an owl has no business out and about in the afternoon?
The Sage phoned a while ago (just before I went out, luckily) and I’m expecting him home in about an hour. I have looked after the place carefully during his absence and he will be reassured. He said he loves and misses me. Sweet, isn’t it? We made a lot of kissy noises down the phone.