Aerial Display.

Hi,

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What a bloody early morning I have had.

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Once more I got up again in the early hours because I could not get back to sleep.

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I hate having to do that at the moment because it is absolutely freezing at that time of night.

I ended up wearing my sheepskin boots, then my thick dressing gown covered with Big H’s dressing gown, and the whole bizarre outfit was all topped off with his huge down-filled body warmer.

Being so cold is no bed of roses, I tell you!

Oh the unfashionable things we have to do if we want to avoid hypothermia!

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Because I was up I decided I would therefore do my post and get the whole job done early.

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What a folio I felt when I discovered that there was no Internet connection for several hours.

Only now, at 11am, when Big H has appeared to go and buy the Sunday papers, has he been able to start it all up again for me.

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This would seem to be a good opportunity to learn what to do so that I can deal with it myself in future because it keeps happening periodically.

The only pissy bit will be fetching the stepladders up so that I can reach the top of the bookcase where the flashing blue box-thing lives….either that or magically growing quite a few more inches….like Alice-in-Wonderland!

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Anyway, I have learned how to still do my post on Word, so that I can transfer it to my blog at a later date, because Big H has just explained it to me.

That should help reduce my irritation and my blood pressure in the future when I have a repeat of this morning’s problem.

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There was however, one very high point in my early morning which I enjoyed immensely.

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At about 10 to 8am, all of the big black crows (or rooks) began their morning greeting.

They swarmed through the skies, screeching raucously, flying in ribbons and circles overhead.

They were so black against a glowing blue/violet sky, quite dense when moving towards or away from me, but suddenly seeming to almost disappear when turning sideways in synchronized flight.

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It is so magical and breathtaking to watch them joyfully greet the dawn.

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There must be so many such things that we miss in our rush to accomplish the tasks of our everyday life.

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Sorry, but I have no idea at all what I was actually going to write about during those early hours before I made myself some toasted Warburtons, a big pot of tea, and continued reading my Dean Koontz book.

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It is a very good tale for passing the night hours.

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So, it only remains for me to wish you the most enjoyable of Sundays.

Have a good one.

J,

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