Back once more

Welcome back. Worry not I am still here. I have had to dig my way out from underneath the little mountain of enquiries as to my health and well being. Well if we are being strictly accurate one of my followers did ask the other day if I was all right. That is enough for me though.

Sorry for the break but circumstances intervened. No not the Police court but that man’s illness. He has been a miserable so and so and we have all been in our happy place trying to ignore him. Still better weather and a slow improvement have brought us back from the edge. What a change there has been as well. Early signs of Spring are coming out. The bulbs are in full flower and we have a daffodil and crocus in flower. Please don’t tell Bob this though or else he will want to go on one of his little adventures which get very tedious for us Sherpas carrying his ego on behind. Still it is a bit warmer and brighter so hooray for that.

In some breaking news my links with my American fan club are continuing to grow. I am pleased to announce that this years Cliffie fest will be held in good old London town. A whole week of fun and frolics all centred round your favourite Eagle. What a lark eh.

I have come to a momentous decision you will be pleased to know. I don’t feel able to keep up the everything that is happening in Washington at the moment so I have decided to stop following the news from Trumpton. Life feels better as a result so I think it has been a good choice. Unless of course this is fake news. Only you know that dear reader.

A short post this week as I get back in to the swing of things. Off north next weekend to see Big Nana but I am sure that we will catch up soon.

In the bleak midwinter

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.

A bleak day

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.

Bath time

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.

Happy New Year

Just a final posting for 2016 to wish you all a Happy New Year.

I would like to say thank you to everyone for following my random musings about life. I hope that you have enjoyed reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them for you. I hope that you will carry on following me as we move into the unknown that is 2017. Of course, New Year’s Eve can be a sad time for some as they remember all those that they have lost during the course of the year. We on the other hand are planning on getting as pissed as a Newt as we have seen that man put a couple of bottles of something quite acceptable in the fridge. Cheers and Happy New Year to one and all!

Bob and his bell-a critical review

Afternoon all and welcome. It is living life in the fast lane here today. Champagne and Bacon have been consumed in equal measures and life is good.

It is though my unhappy duty to return to my role as drama critic. Bob the Sheep decided to put on a one sheep show called “Bob-one Sheep and his bell-a personal journey”. It lasted for four hours without an interval. He was keen to hear the comments of the audience-big mistake! Here are a selection of them.

Woefully under rehearsed

A stream of consciousness from a very polluted stream indeed

Nothing like the Morecambe and Wise Christmas special

Absolute drivel

What the **** was that?

Bell my a**e

Quasimodo will be spinning in his grave after this

Those are four hours of my life I will never be getting back (this comment came from Bob himself!)

Andrew Lloyd Webber would kill for a show of this quality and musicality

Sadly we feel that all the minutes of thought and rehearsal that went into the production were sadly wasted effort and he won’t be performing it in the west end any time soon. As a consolation prize though he opened his present this morning. It was a big brother for him called Barclay. He is quite a lot bigger than young Bob so we feel that he will be very good at keeping things in order.

That man and Uncle Tache are off for a walk soon so a bit of down time for us before the evening starts properly. Let me just uncork that red so that it can breathe. Ah that’s better. Nice and mellow as we like it!

And the winner is…

Morning all and welcome back.

It is a slightly subdued posting today as we had our annual Christmas bash a couple of nights ago. We had got Uncle Tache in to help out and get that man safely to bed so that we could get started. Well a good time was had by all and we even had a video link set up with the Buckingham Boys so that we could all celebrate together. We even got round to handing out a few awards.

The prestigious fan club of the year award went to …our American branch. They really did a stand up job of making their annual “Cliffie fest” a truly memorable occasion for one and all. I would also like to give a small “should try harder” award to my other overseas branches in Ireland and Norway. You too can reach the heights of a full award in 2017 by offering me unlimited hospitality and first class flights to come and visit you. I understand that they might be working on a twinning arrangement which might win them an award for innovation next year if they try really hard.

Wedding of the year went to …that man and Uncle Tache. It was a truly memorable experience for one and all. As nearly all of my fans were present I think that we are going to give everyone an award for their contribution.

The Birdman of Alcatraz award goes to … Big Nana for her efforts with her local bird population. We have a feeling that there will be some rich pickings soon as the Christmas season is upon us.

Our follower of the year goes to … Aunty Tracy as she always wants to know what is going on in my little world.

Finally, pushy blogging wannbe of the year goes to …Bob the Sheep. However much he protest and rings that bell he is not getting his own blog.

Now on to other things. We are all really excited as a large package has arrived for young Bob the Sheep. It cannot be opened until Christmas day itself so he is very excited. Our Christmas photo this year captures this lovely scene for you all. Luckily for us he decided not to wear his expensive leather trousers as we were taking the picture.

One very excited Sheep

One very excited Sheep

In other news that man and I had a nice time last night. He had got home early from “work” and so was at a it of a loose end. Well to fill the long hours he had a very stiff Gin and Tonic. Talk about a changed man. We both did some Dad dancing to the lovely Britney Spears and were singing along at the top of our voices to “Crazy”. We then settled down to a lovely candlelit evening with Victoria Wood. A little Christmas miracle.

Time to go for now. We hope that you all have a lovely Christmas. We are off to Buckingham soon and we know where the hidden supplies are hidden! Ah we are truly living in golden times I can tell you.