Happy Giraffes

To be honest giraffes and happiness are not two things that have been naturally linked in my brain. Today I came across the following in Exeter town centre:

The context was part of the rebuilt centre on a cool, wet May morning. Fortunately I need neither good weather nor giraffes to make me happy. Although the sun does help, I have to admit.

Coffee In Dunkeld

On the way down from Inverness to Perth is a little town called Dunkeld nestling in the foothills of the Scottish Highlands. I love Dunkeld. It has decent loos and a selection of eateries. I stopped there on my way South on Saturday last. I had never noticed that you could get coffee in a small grocers and wines and spirits merchants with an excellent delicatessen. But you could. With a wonderful selection of filled sandwiches, bagels, etc made to order. There was a selection of coffees as well although I was thirsty and chose Earl Grey tea. The surroundings were very pleasant!!

Cab Sav With My Brother

Yesterday I arrived in Exeter at the house of Niece Who Loves Nature and Partner Who Loves Otters and who is in the US at the moment. During the evening CJ presented me with part of my Christmas present slightly delayed by my absence. I was very amused. The title said so much of the spirit between us (although my Brother, unlike me, does not partake of alcoholic beverages). But in addition to the relevance of that companionship it was a book of New Zealand short stories.

The Forgettory

Little irks me these days because I prize life too much. But I just wrote an entire posting of great wit and consequence which Blogger would not save and which I managed to erase by pressing Ctrl V instead of Ctrl C. Silly me. BUGGER! There. Got that off my chest.

I'm not sure whether forgettory has one or two ts but, as it was a word my Mum made up I don't suppose it matters. My Mum at 93 reckoned she had a forgettory in place of a memory. For all that, her ability to remember was better at 93 than mine is 30 years previous to that age. And, I am wondering, can one have both a memory and a forgettory? So what you may ask is the relevance of that ramble? You shouldn't have asked 'cos I don't need any encouragement to tell you.

I recently adopted the gismos that bloggers like Simply Heather uses at the foot of each posting and which suggests three more postings to look at from the archives of the blog. I find it interesting on other peoples' blogs but I can't decide whether to keep it on mine because I vary between feeling irritated by its presence and enjoying sorties into the past. L'Archiduchess doesn't like them or so she said in Reaching Nirvana.

Anyway there was a posting popped up I had done about the film The Constant Gardner. Odd, I thought, I don't recall writing that. So I went to the posting. No, I definitely didn't recall that nor the film. Not a scene, not a quote, nothing at all. I had ended the posting with the statement that I wouldn't be watching the film again. Well I may have said that in error. Perhaps I will if for no other reason than to find out what on earth it was that I forgot!