Peacocks Make Life Worth Living.

Good morning peeps,

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Hoping that this finds you bright eyed, bushy tailed, and raring to go for the weekend.

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I enjoyed a very nice day indeed yesterday.

As I had had ‘flu for so long, and had not really been outside at all apart from feeding the birds for the last couple of days, we decided to go out for a trip somewhere.

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By lunchtime, the fog was gone, and there was more warm and welcome sunshine.

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We chose to go down to Tynemouth again and have some fish and chips at Marshalls.

As usual it was totally delicious.

I always get a separate dish of mushy peas and I eat it all by myself.

I would happily share, but Big H thinks that it dilutes the taste of his traditional fish and chips.

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We also get a pot of tea for two and have sliced lemons to go with it.

We also ask for minimal batter and for the chips to be done crispy.

Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!

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That is one of the secrets of life.

To thoroughly enjoy and appreciate small everyday things that  are easily repeated.

Not much good if it takes a trip to Thailand to really ring your bell….or a night out at an horrendously expensive restaurant, with wines, liquors and taxi fares.

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It was a shame that we did not get to have our short walk along the very beautiful bay too, but I did not really think that we would have the energy.

We can add that next time.

And feed the seagulls too.

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On the way back home we called in at place with two very good  local antique shops and a retro type shop, all situated in a little out-of-the-way courtyard.

That was good fun indeed.

The owner of one of the Antique shops has a most beautiful black and white Spaniel, whom I always enjoy a good scratch with.

Yesterday, he had run away inside the shop, while still wearing his outdoor lead and collar.

Berfore he could be apprehended he had managed to get the end of the lead caught around the leg of an old tiled table, and then tip it over onto it’s face, hard upon the concrete floor.

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There it was, standing sadly in the corner by the workshop, tiles piled up on the top, with some of them smashed.

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I have to say though that the said canine was not overburdened with angst and guilt.

He was as waggly-tailed as he ever is.

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We did not buy any antiques, but I got an amazing feather duster at the retro shop.

It is made with Ostrich feathers and looks totally exotic and beautiful.

I wanted it so that I can dust the lights and the stair banisters  etc. without any stress.

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I tested it upon a dusty light fitting when I got home, and it works a treat.

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I am not a great fan of housework , but I am of feather dusters like this one…it made me feel like a proper French maid!

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The very pretty young girl in the shop told me that they are made in Belgium.

Not a place that I would have associated with Ostriches!

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I don’t think that I would like to keep an Ostrich.

Could you imagine trying to get that in the oven at Christmas!

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I would however, love to have some Peacocks, because in my opinion they are among the most beautiful of creatures, and I happen to enjoy that raucous screeching they make.

Perhaps if we move to a place with enough land I could have a couple, just to add to the beauty of life…and I could paint them…or perhaps some creatures that are partly women and partly Peacocks…or just women in peacock costumes…and masks!!!!

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Oh , isn’t life a joy!

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Have a fine day yourself.

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Speak to you soon,

Jaksie,x

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