Afternoon all and welcome back.
Well it has been a very difficult week here in the Eyrie. That man has defied all expectations and been hanging around for most of the week coughing and sputtering his way through some very long days indeed. To give him some credit he did get dressed each day and we all had to sit together to be told that he felt poorly. Magical scenes ensued as we didn’t feel too bad ourselves but we had to be sympathetic so we are putting in our request for an Oscar early this year. Anyway by midweek we had had enough and so persuaded him to go and see a doctor. The Doc took one look at him and sent him off to Barts hospital for a blood test. This was genius as it really distracted him for quite some time. The next day the doctor rang up and told him that they wanted to see him to discuss the results. Off he went but he simply came back and told him that the doctor had said that he was properly poorly. This was one in the eye for the conspiracy theorists (myself included!) but apparently the doctor was only about 10 years old so I have my doubts. Just saying. I have to say that Uncle Dave has been an absolute rock as he quite sharply told that man that even though he was a brave little soldier he couldn’t have a medal every day. Well said mate!
I seem to have acquired a new little friend called Oswald. He is a squirrel who must be related to my old friend Alfonso the squirrel. He is a brave one I can tell you. We first became aware of his presence a couple of days ago as he was simply passing through along the balcony. Well this morning he came to visit us properly. He sat and groomed himself and fluffed up his little tail. He then had a bit of a sniff at some of the plants and then settled down to eat a Hyacinth that is gradually coming to flower. That man has been very slow recently but he can move when he needs to I can tell you. He told him to ***** *** and to go back to *********** and then cursed the horse he had ridden into town on. It was quite an eye opener and told us that recovery might be just round the corner. Needless to say we have to tell Bob that they were very naughty words indeed and he must never repeat them. I just hope that the local Vicar doesn’t come for tea at any point as we don’t think that young Bob has quite got that particular idea quite right in his tiny little mind. Still some BBC sitcoms have run for several series on similar dodgy scenarios so perhaps all will be well.
It is off to Buckingham in a little while. It will be nice for us all to have a change of scene. Let us hope for a more positive week next week.
Afternoon all and welcome back. It has been a bit of a bleak day or so here in the Eyrie I can tell you. As you know I do follow world events and have formed some opinions on them which I am happy to share with you. Well recent events have been enough to try the patience of a saint. We had our Foreign Secretary slagging off the French like an episode of Allo Allo. We have had Brexit all over the place as well as what happened in Washington yesterday. Overall not the best of weeks. Rather surprisingly though this is not what has made it a bleak week. No the very worst has happened and that man has caught Uncle Tache’s cold. He has been a right royal pain in the ar*e I can tell you. Coughing and spluttering all over your favourite Eagle. We did manage to get him out to work yesterday so that was something but it does feel as if it is going to be a very long weekend indeed. Just us and that man spending some “quality time” together. I tell you it is enough to make you want to emigrate to warmer climes.
Meanwhile in other breaking news Big Nana better look to her laurels as she has got competition in the birdie department. Uncle Tache has turned in to the birdman of Buckingham and has had a few feeding frenzies when he put his sunflower seeds out. Big Nana was very pleased that he was doing this as she was worried that he might have used Peanuts which are bad for the little birdies apparently. That is a bit rich when she feeds her birds on a diet of steak and chips. What this particular Eagle wants to know is why none of this happens here. I have the looks and personality of a winner and all I get is abuse and the odd left over half chewed Sausage. It just doesn’t seem right to me. Just saying.
I want to finish on a high so on to more pleasant things. The bulbs are doing very well and there are a lot of shoots on the balcony. That man even splashed out on some daffs for the house so the whole place smells like spring. The days are slowly lengthening so things seem ever so slightly more optimistic. We might all need to hold that thought though until this cold is defeated so wish me luck. I think we are going to be watching Finding Nemo and Finding Dory so expect tears before bedtime. Oh dear it is all a bit much when all you want to watch is some Tarantino I can tell you.
Morning all and welcome.
Well it has been a while I can tell you. The more mean spirited of my readers (and there are a few of you that fit that category you know) might have assumed that I was recovering from my festive hangover. Not a bit of it. I have turned over a new leaf and am into my fitness regime. Now every time I want a drink I have to go and pour it for myself. Up until now I got some of my little friends to nip through to the kitchen to do it for me so I have trebled the number of wing flaps in one go. Impressive stuff I am sure that you will agree.
Now what has been happening I hear you cry. Someone has got a significant birthday coming up and the celebrations have been non stop. Last weekend the dynamic duo set off for the milder climes of Jersey. They stayed in a Georgian tower that had been “improved” by those nice Germans in the 1940s. It was a bit small and cold at times and there were a lot of ladybirds all over the place but lovely. They had a wonderful view over the rocky coastline and that man was heard to say that it was like something from a Rupert Bear annual. Such sophistication. Bearing in mind that Jersey is so small they even managed to get lost a couple of times but they did managed to make it back to the airport in good time. The flight is only 30 minutes but Uncle Tache managed to sink a couple of glasses of Champagne, have his meal and also consume that man’s meal and wash it all down with a cup of tea. Impressive stuff I am sure that you will agree. This weekend it is off to a Georgian town house in the centre of Bath. After that it is a period of austerity apparently. All I will say on that front is that is a definite “we’ll see” as Big Nana used to say when she really meant no.
Outside things are looking quite white as it is snowing but the snow is not really settling so that is all right. Once again we are on Bob watch as he thinks that a covering of snow will act as camouflage. Dream on mate is what we all say to that one. In better news the bulbs are doing well and the Barries have reappeared. Please don’t mention this to Bob though as he will be so excited that he will be ringing his bell for hours on end. I am off to enjoy the snow.