Slow Down, you Move too Fast

Alert readers may have noticed blogging becoming rather thin on the ground recently (some of you may even care) but the truth is I’ve simply been going flat out. Spring always seems to bring an upsurge in activity as everyone comes out of hibernation and things which had been ticking over in a manageable way suddenly explode into life, usually all at once. Which is one way of saying I’ve managed to massively over commit myself. It turns out getting involved in not one, or two but three simultaneous cycling campaigns may just be one cycle campaign too far. And not only have I been barely able to find time to blog, I’ve not really had time to do much bloggable stuff. Well, maybe a couple of things but you’ll have to just wait for those.

Meanwhile spring has been springing away in a way that’s been increasingly difficult to ignore. Oystercatchers returning, daffodils blooming, days lengthening … and the garden just sitting there making me feel guilty. I was so stressed yesterday the other half even went out and did a bit of digging for me, until it started raining. Other than that I’ve been mostly burying my head in the sand about it but today, cycling down for the paper (and it’s been the first time I’ve managed to do that for over a week) I heard the unmistakeable sound of baa-ing lambs and came across a field full of them, with their mums, all at the adorable pipe-cleaner legs and wobbly cuteness stage. If the lambs are here then spring is here, there’s no getting away from it. I’m going to have to get my act together, and soon because my garden isn’t going to wait for me to be ready for it.

Typically, I didn’t have my camera with me – and I didn’t have time to go back for it either, so you’ll just have to hang on for lamby-cuteness for a while, and with any luck I’ll manage to photograph them before they’re practically mutton.

By way of compensation, I leave you with what happens when I leave the other half, the cat, and my camera together unsupervised. Cuteness of a different order.

I don’t think cats even know what ‘busy’ means…


8 Responses to Slow Down, you Move too Fast

  1. jools says:


  2. Kim says:

    Your blog post thin on the ground? I though I had seen loads! Oh, hang on those were e-mails, well you have been very busy, it will all be worth it on the 28th April… 😉

  3. disgruntled says:

    jools – thanks
    Kim – I think the number of words output remains the same, it’s just where they go

  4. John Gibson says:

    Thanks for that, I enjoy your cat pictures.

  5. WOL says:

    The expression comes to mind, “Busier than a cat trying to cover poop on a marble floor.” but that’s an out of common situation.

  6. SRD says:

    at least with a blog n one complains about your fonts, footnotes, etc etc 🙂 envy you your garden and lambs…

  7. disgruntled says:

    John – thanks
    WOL – what a mental picture…
    SRD – indeed! Though I assume if people are arguing about the formatting at least means the words must be more or less all right

  8. Sarah says:

    I have two of those sleeping on the sofa. Their world revolves around me letting them in and out on demand and sleeping.

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