fredag den 1. maj 2020
Blomster og regn / Flowers and rain
Yesterday, sweet Ann Jeanet came with groceries, and also put some roses in the bag. So now they stand there at my table, looking pretty. (Yes, my bookshelf is filled with dvd's! Plenty to start watching. I haven't watched all of them)
Fuglene synes slet ikke de er nok ude at flyve, så de skælder en hel del ud. Hvis de nu havde en lille smule tidsfornemmelse ville de vel fatte at 3-4 timer om dagen er mere end 1 time? Men nej.
Jeg så Hercule Poirot. Et godt lille mord kan jo altid gøre at man får det lidt bedre. Især, hvis det ikke er for uhyggeligt. I dag står den på mere Hercule Poirot og strømpestrikning i sofaen.
And otherwise it was just rain, rain, rain. Although I had been well, I couldn't by no means have painted the roof over my terrace. Which was my plan this weekend.
The birds clearly believe they spend far too much time in the cage, so they argue a lot. If they had the slightest sense of time, they would know that 3-4 hours a day is more than 1 hour? But no.
I watched Hercule Poirot. A nice little murder can always make you feel a bit better. Especially, if it's not too scary. Today, it will be more Hercule Poirot and sock-knitting on the couch.