Two shells on the beach. What stories could they tell about where they have been? Where will they go with the next high tide, or will they be picked up and taken to someone’s home?
Dear summer solstice, You certainly made your presence felt with record temperatures. In fact, Wednesday was the hottest June day since 1976. It’s hard to think that we are now on the downhill slope to winter.
Dear football pitches, When was it decided that you would be used as a unit of measurement. In the last few days I have heard several things being described as having e.g. the “area of about six football pitches”. I have a vague idea of the dimensions of a football pitch, so can use that to work things out, but it’s only rough. At school we learn about metres, centimetres, feet and inches etc, and practise measuring using them, but we don’t learn about football pitches. There must also be some confusion over which type of football pitch we are talking about – soccer, Gaelic football, American football, Australian rules, Subbuteo, there are so many. So when I hear that a building is about the size of six football pitches, how big is it really?
Dear insects, You must be extra happy this week. I left two small patches of clover and daisies on the grass last week for you and now the whole grassy area is covered in clover flowers (white and purple) and various other wild flowers. It looks quite pretty and I hope you are making the most of it.
Dear mint plant, Another week and you are still alive – keep it up!
Dear shops, How can you possibly be advertising ‘back to school’ items already – the current school term hasn’t even finished! Let the poor children and teachers have a break before you remind them that the new year is just around the corner.
Dear weather, What would we talk about here in the UK if we didn’t have such wildly variable weather. Yesterday was pleasant and sunny and today looks as though it is going to be similar. The forecast for the weekend, certainly here in the south of England, is for hot and sunny. No doubt we will complain about being too hot. Just a few days ago we were complaining because it was a bit chilly for this time of year – we had to put jumpers and socks on and some of us even had to fire up the central heating. We are never happy, but at least we always have something to talk about.
Dear garden, You are looking nice and tidy after my efforts yesterday – I only wish you would stay like that.
Dear insects, I hope you appreciate that when I cut the grass yesterday I left two patches of daisies and clover uncut. It was tempting to leave the whole of the grass uncut (it is covered in clover, daisies, buttercups and other unidentified little flowers) for your needs, but the poor birds were getting lost in it.
Dear car, I hope the drips that have appeared on the ground where you are parked are not something serious.
Dear mint plant, So far so good. I have had you for ten days now and you are still alive!
Dear Barcelona, I’m getting round to writing about you, I promise, but it’s a slow process. In the meantime I’ll post another photo so that you don’t feel I am ignoring you. It’s a photo of work in progress, although I hope my Barcelona posts will appear before this particular piece of work is finished!
Dear news coverage, It must be a very difficult job to talk about absolutely nothing for hours on end during the night as the results come in, particularly early on when there were very few results to analyse. I marvelled at some of your ticker tape headlines… ‘Breaking News – Exit polls can sometimes be incorrect’. How can that be breaking news? Also, if they can sometimes be wrong (and spectacularly wrong relatively recently) why do you bother to do them? Here we are in the middle of the morning and there is still lots of speculation going on, charts to be shown and discussed, pie charts in pretty colours, ‘experts’ and pundits discussing the what-ifs, and if onlys, everyone second guessing everything. Watching it is exhausting, so actually producing the content must be even worse!
Dear Barcelona, What a wonderful place you were for a long weekend’s break. Hopefully I will find some time before too long to write a post or two about you.
Dear readers and fellow bloggers, I must apologise for my absence at your blogs. I’ll get round to catching up soon – I am not ignoring you, I promise. My Inbox is bulging with notifications of posts – none of which I want to miss.
Dear ‘no cord’, easy touch window blinds, You are a total mystery. I have read instructions, I have looked at YouTube videos and I can still not get you to ‘open’ with a light touch on the two little plastic handles at the bottom. Closing your slats, or putting you up or down I have mastered quite proficiently, but getting you to be down with the slats open seems to be beyond me. What is the trick?
Dear baby bird, It looked like you were enjoying the bird bath, and taking your instructions from your parent very seriously and having a good splash around.