Chilling in my back room this morning and realise I have not one, but two rusty coloured visitors in our little London garden. A small fox comes and just hangs out, scratching it’s fleas, soaking up  a little bit of sun between the rain storms. It is sitting at the back of the garden when  the stray ginger cat arrives,  sits at the window, pressing its nose to the glass. It has taken a shine to doing this, every morning this week.

The two animals take absolutely no notice of each other.


On  Monday the Bishopsgate Singers do a stonking sharing of the Motown and Soul songs we have been practising this term. We had a fantastic time. The Bishopsgate Singers  is a community choir with no audition, and the sound is amazing! Once in a while we get a beautifully, slightly out of tune foghorn (sometimes several) who seems not to realise that there are no boats to be called  to safety, that it is actually sunny outside, or that they are deafening the person next to them who is too polite to say anything. Somebody has to get the job of taming those amazingly powerful voices….guess who? I love inclusivity…most of the time!


Best Whistling ever!


Sometimes it’s all mad mad mad, go go go. Time for  a little sit down, methinks. Find that bench, the one with the view  and just take some time out to breathe before you do the next thing you have to do. Just have a bit of time to watch that mind of yours doing cartwheels, for who and  for why?


Take a bit of time to watch the world going by. Just be a watcher, not a dooer. Just breathe and be in the moment, a sitter on a bench. Ahhhh! There…that’s a bit better eh? No point in rushing into something you might regret later. Sometimes a little time sitting on the bench, just being, rather than doing  can do the trick.  Might make you realise that there is a lot that is good in the world and that things could be so much worse, and all that whirring in your head is just a bit of static. Oh do you like my new background, it is a photo of an oil drum I bumped into.

SONG OF THE DAY Otis Reading -Sitting on the Dock of The Bay