A Guiding Life

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Things I learnt this week

>> Saturday, January 29, 2011

Feathers on floor mean a stray head somewhere under the cupboards. All the birds in my neck of the woods are either deaf, stupid or both.

My stomach always gives way at 4.5k into a run which makes for a buttock clenching last 0.5k.

My daughter refers to the rain as 'pissing it down' and I have no one but myself to blame.

HWMBO seriously believes I would iron to annoy him.

Centre Parcs is over subscribed by about 20%, if I thought there would be less people I would go again but otherwise not unless hell freezes over.

Guiders drink lots!

Golden Eagles weigh a lot more than a hawk.

Cat Carnage

>> Wednesday, January 12, 2011

This weeks Gallery is Body Parts.

This image is not an unusual one for me to home home to.

Although recently I am often finding rats back legs, only the back legs. If she can eat the rest of it, including the tail, why not the back legs too.

I really hate it most when there is clearly part of the animal missing and I have to wonder whether she has eaten it already or whether the next thing to block up the vacuum will be a birds head. And don't get me started on the dried frogs...bleurgh.