Moods, gifts and my powers of leadership
Aug. 9th, 2006 10:22 amOf all the people around me, I am the one with least reason to feel grim this morning. It's like a sugar crash only emotional rather than physical and I can't understand it. Maybe it's my body straightening itself after the weekend, or maybe I am just tired. I know what has triggered it, and it's so silly it doesn't even stand up to analysis. I stare at it and explanations dance across my head, inane, disconnected, or with no connection I allow. Oh well. Some times a mood is just a mood.
And I have so much to do before I travel again. But the good thing is that hopefully next time I will get to catch up with more chums, such as the marvellous![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mitchy and ravenrigan and the_lore; other good news includes the ver' naaaace bonus of first class train tickets, thanks to the loveliness of Auntie Em sans lj, and a fantastic present with many thanks to velvet_the_cat and her partner Dan sans lj: I have been bought membership of Plantlife International, the wild plant conservation charity (wwww.plantlife.org.uk)
Along with this they got me a fabulous book about creating your own wildlife garden. My attempts at this so far have been creating a somewhat rubbish pond for the local froggies, the planting of a now rampant buddleia for the butterflies and my entirely non-indigenous and ferocious passionflower; passiflora is beloved of many many insects, and mine never looks good cos it is always in the process of providing some lepidopteral meal; I hoped that it would attract insects who in turn would attract bats who in turn would attract the presence of Le Wol. To an extent this has worked. Wol remains unseen but can often be heard hooting excitedly through the summer nights, and my kitchen floor, alas, has displayed several trophies to my powers of animal attraction; the dark demons prowling this Eden/Killing Field are delighted with all that teeming life; they are even now both crouched under the tall grass waiting for snacks on wings. I dare not put up a bat box for fear they'll move into it.
And now, which famous leader am I? Well it's obvious really.
And I have so much to do before I travel again. But the good thing is that hopefully next time I will get to catch up with more chums, such as the marvellous
mitchy and ravenrigan and the_lore; other good news includes the ver' naaaace bonus of first class train tickets, thanks to the loveliness of Auntie Em sans lj, and a fantastic present with many thanks to velvet_the_cat and her partner Dan sans lj: I have been bought membership of Plantlife International, the wild plant conservation charity (wwww.plantlife.org.uk) Along with this they got me a fabulous book about creating your own wildlife garden. My attempts at this so far have been creating a somewhat rubbish pond for the local froggies, the planting of a now rampant buddleia for the butterflies and my entirely non-indigenous and ferocious passionflower; passiflora is beloved of many many insects, and mine never looks good cos it is always in the process of providing some lepidopteral meal; I hoped that it would attract insects who in turn would attract bats who in turn would attract the presence of Le Wol. To an extent this has worked. Wol remains unseen but can often be heard hooting excitedly through the summer nights, and my kitchen floor, alas, has displayed several trophies to my powers of animal attraction; the dark demons prowling this Eden/Killing Field are delighted with all that teeming life; they are even now both crouched under the tall grass waiting for snacks on wings. I dare not put up a bat box for fear they'll move into it.
And now, which famous leader am I? Well it's obvious really.
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