Yellow

On my perambulation this morning, I couldn’t help noticing these cheery yellow flowers (which look as if they are related to sunflowers but no doubt aren’t) in an overgrown garden but which never fails to produce rather nice feral flowers all summer. No doubt once upon a time it was a much loved front garden but it has now been left to go to seed.

I also passed a very elderly busker who should know better than to be out strumming his guitar and sing songs at 7 :30am on the north Meadow Path. His name is Tony and I have to wonder if his wife or carer knows what he’s up to so early in the morning. He seems a gentle old man so it’s sad to know that a few months ago he was mugged for the paltry contents of his bonnet lying on the grass beside him. If you make the mistake of faltering in your passage past him, he will entertain you with a personal recital from which it is hard to extricate yourself.

With His Lordship back home, the preparations for his BIG Birthday are under way. How do balloons, jelly and ice cream , and a very chocolaty birthday cake sound? The bigger the birthday, the more it seems to revert to one of childhood pleasures.