"Early One Morning"

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The observant among you may have noticed I write this blurb early in the mornings.

I have always been an early riser.

“The early Bird catches the Worm” was one of my Dad’s sayings, and I have also read that “Every one hours sleep before midnight is worth two after.”

But these are not the reasons for my early rising. I do not like lying in bed in the morning. I prefer to get into the vertical position as soon as possible.

I got used to getting up early when working in London. I used to get on the M40 motorway at 6:15 and drive up to Ruislip Tube Station and catch the first train out.

The motorway was quiet and I was often the only person on the train.

Getting into work early (7:30am) meant I could sign out early and be home by five.

Now, all these years on and retired I still do the same. The cats love being fed at five in the morning and when the clocks change I get up at six and they don’t notice any change. It is light in the summer and always plenty to do, but a bit more challenging during the winter months.

This is where blogging has come to the rescue, and hence all this typing is done over numerous mugs (sorry, down south they are beakers!) of coffee.

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Where I do run into trouble is finding the correct picture or worse digging through drawers of music looking for the tune I had in mind.

I file all the music in date order. There is about five years in each drawer, however the problem arises, like this morning, when you have a subject and can’t for the life of you remember which year it was published.

Perhaps it should all be re-filed in subject order.

Oh well, as once again the ’global warming’ covers the front drive which I only shovelled off yesterday morning, re-filing should keep my fingers warm at least.

And what was that music I was looking for?

I've gone and forgotten now!

On a different subject......I have been reading Foody's blog about the awful difficulty she's having in getting to work and keeping warm.

So as a 'Singing Chicken'.....she might like one of these!

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Crafty Ann Duran, took pity on hens left featherless after being rescued from a battery farm.

Chickens lose their feathers after being cooped up in hot sheds at battery farms so she came up with eggs-actly the right answer to keep them warm - hand-knitted tanktops.

Ann told the press,

"The feathers will eventually grow back but until then my jumpers will keep them warm."

Ann, of Neath, South Wales, heard about the featherless birds from friend Dionne Jenkins who saves retired battery hens.

And she roped pals to form the Helping Hands knitting circle - making jumpers for bald chickens across the country.

Just goes to show how kind some people are.

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