Murmur-ations

Procrastination is defined by the Oxford dictionary as ‘ The action of delaying or postponing something’.  I didn’t learn about the word procrastination until I was 17 and studying A-level history; the Elizabethan politicians and The Pope at the time were very good at procrastinating, and each for their own political gain. I have realised that I procrastinate a lot.  About writing, ironing (that’s a given) and even what to have for dinner (watching the newborn lambs in the field at the back of my house does put me off having lamb chops for tea).  It has hindered me, but equally, it has saved me at times.  So, I’ve decided not to be so hard on myself and allow a set period of ‘procrastination time’; usually 10 minutes in the evening and sometimes in the morning as well. This is perfect for Facebook surfing, downloading music from YouTube and Googling for information.  I prefer to call it my ‘downtime’.  After that, I am ready to go back to the work, wr...

Did you know that penguins have a National Penguin Awareness Day on the 20 th January and World Penguin Day on the 25 th April?  They must be kind of special to have TWO days for us to remember them by; that’s two more than sheep.  I have always believed you can’t go wrong with a good penguin film, visiting them at the zoo, of if you are lucky, to see them in the wild. To celebrate penguins in this blog, here are three fun facts about them: ·        Penguins can hold their breath under water for 20 minutes. ·        The ‘little’ or ‘fairy’ penguin is the smallest of the penguin species, measuring 33cm in height; they live in southern Australia and New Zealand. ·        Penguins spend up to 75% of their life at sea. To test your knowledge about penguins, have a gander at this article from The Telegraph newspaper. Happy penguin awareness world day!!!! PS No penguins were har...

Despite the Siberian snow today, DD and I decided to go for a walk up a local hill in the one 30 minute slot where it wasn’t snowing for the entire day.  Reaching the field at the top of the hill, the snow was almost knee deep in places and DD marked out her sledge route; she realised that she had no choice but to head towards a flock of sheep that had congregated at the bottom of the field. After one complete ‘sledge’ the sheep ran off, but returned soon after to watch her walk back up the hill with her sledge.  One brave ewe followed her along her sledge tracks, but then stopped and stared at us about 20 feet away.  Puzzled by her interest in us, DD tried to communicate in ‘sheep’ with her with a series of ‘baas’, but the only response we got was a Paddington Bear/Taxi Driver hard stare.  We then resorted to a primary school playground game of slowly moving towards the ewe when she wasn’t looking, and standing very still when it turned her head back to look at ...