Why bother ?

The temperature due to head into the mid 30's. To cope with the heat Sophie has a trim. She isn't entirely sure that Angus has the professional skills to do a good job. I explain that I have patience. This seems to satisfy her. A  B-A-T-H also waits in store although this may require more patience than Angus can currently muster.

The man who paints the chevrons on the village speed bumps shows up. He refreshes the markings on one side of the lane.  After finishing he sets up bollards so his handiwork is protected and the paint can dry. Fifteen minutes later he  repeats the process on the other side. Sophie stands on her hind legs at the gate and watches in amazement.

The village now moving into its high summer torpor. In a place where nothing ever happens, nothing happens more slowly. The lime tree on the village green isn't yet in bud but it's attracting bees. On our way back from opening up the church we meet the new mayor. He's off to open up the village hall. A new kitchen is to be installed. With the retirement of Madame Bays generation of village ladies the communal kitchen is being brought into the 21st century. Stainless steel counters, dish washers and a microwave oven are among the items being installed.

The sparrows nest in the gutters. The wrens nest in the wisteria. There must be forty of the doughty wee things flitting about. This morning a nest has fallen out of the branches and is lying on the ground by the front door. The nest is lined with the softest and finest of all materials - PONette fur. Nature understands recycling.

On the way back from London the lighting in the airport lounge attracts my attention. Who designs these things ? Is there a factory somewhere churning out globes with faux plastic glass beads ? How big can the market possibly be ? Are they supposed to hint at sophistication ? Human ingenuity once again leaves me speechless. I fear that this 'design feature' will go through life invisible to 99.99% of passengers . It is of the 'why bother ? ' variety.