One of the cool things about living in the country, in the middle of nowhere is you get to have grand adventures with the local fauna and you can imagine that they can talk and that they wear clothes and have motorcars, and that you’re a British kid who gets to know them and their peculiarities.

So, one of my madcap animal friends was (is?) Mrs. Robin. She lived under the deck in my parents’ backyard. She was a lovely sort, she was. Whenever one of us would be by the place she’d come out and chirp loudly, she’d made her nest under the deck and we were upsetting her. My mom tells me that’s she’s never seen chicks in the nest – even in past years. Poor thing.

So she’d always do that, but today when I was out mowing the lawn, nothing. She was nowhere to be seen. I took a peek at here nest, and there was no sign of her.

I hope you’re okay, Mrs. Robin. I’m thinking of you.

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Flipping channels today I tuned into me!

It was an episode of ‘Rich Bride Poor Bride’ filmed at my friend Trudy’s wedding, which I attended!

I hadn’t watched the episode before (this was the first time I was able to see it because I only now have cable).

Wow, time flies.

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