Monday, 2 November 2009

Y did I ever start this?

I thought that W would be the sticking place, but it turns out that Z is. Z pronounced Zed of course. Yes, it's my blogname, but that would be cheating.

Anyway, what I wanted to call this post was Wren will I see you again? Yesterday, the Sage went to fetch logs for the fire, which are kept in the front porch (What? Yes, of course it's normal. For Norfolk). He came back saying he'd had to leave the door open as the wren which lives in the porch had flown in. Later, no sign of her (all wrens are deemed to be Jenny, just as robins are habitually Cock) so he shut the door.

I was in bed reading when he came in from the bathroom. He exclaimed something I didn't catch, and then I became aware of a swooping flying creature - not a bat but the wren. They're impossible to catch, you know. Far too small and they move in an instant. In the end, after padding nakedly and ineffectually round the bedroom (it's a large bedroom and the bird was much quicker than us) for a while, we opened windows on both sides of the house (that part of the house is one room deep, so there's a window both east and west) and huddled under the bedclothes. We decided that it was going to exhaust it to chase it any more, so it might as well roost in our room and then go out in the morning.

Luckily, the wind had dropped and it was not a cold night. Not cold for November, that is. But every time I woke in the night, my feet were still cold. No sign of the wren this morning. I haven't been up yet to check for guano.

19 comments:

I, Like The View said...

wot! no pajamas?

(-;

XXX

Z said...

They are for winter. It's like keeping your coat on indoors - when you go out, you don't feel the benefit.

It's not a pretty sight, but we're both used to it.

Four Dinners said...

Always kip in't altogether. Wifey compares me to a beached whale....still she quite likes whales...;-)

sablonneuse said...

We used to sleep in the altogether and cuddle to keep warm but now it's a huge wide bed with one of us each side and up to three cats in the middle - oh and tee shirts, not pjs. (For us - not the cats!)

Z said...

I suspect the time will come when it will be only polite to cover up.

I appreciate the exchange of information about our bedroom habits. Isn't blogging a fine and sharing place?

Z said...

On the way to solving the Z problem, btw

Sarah said...

Yup tooooooo much information thank you !

Z said...

What? You're not sharing, Sarah?

Anonymous said...

Normal for Norfolk? :)
www.worldclassnorfolk.com

Z said...

Good old Norfolk County Council - Norfolk And Good, indeed.

luckyzmom said...

I once knew a man who hadn't seen his wife naked in seven years. They were still in their thirties. It baffles me still. You, I'm very proud of your healthy attitude.

Z said...

Back in the days of false eyelashes and much makeup, there were, it was said, women who didn't dare let their husbands see them unadorned.

We like not wearing anything. Reduces the mystery, but saves time...

zIggI said...

'not up yet'
?

Blogging in the nude?

How wonderful :)

Z said...

Nothing's happened yet today. Unless you want to hear of my efforts with the Times crossword, how I had to put more ink in the printer and how neatly I've stacked the dishwasher.

Later, I will drive through the Plague Village, otherwise known as Where Dave Lives, so I'll have that to report on.

Sarah said...

Killer heels and false eyelashes, what else?!

Z said...

Yes, Dave took me by surprise - I didn't expect him to be all dressed up.

Dave said...

I don't think my 'I'm feeling sorry for myself' cardigan counts as 'all dressed up'.

Z said...

Pretty damn hott, Dave.

luckyzmom said...

LOL