Remember that I gave a lecture to a group of seven year olds at the village school?
Well the mother of one of the lads popped up to the cottage yesterday evening with a sick bantam in a box.
The Prof snorted a warning comment of " No more sick bastard hens in this house" before I marched out, but he need not have worried, as the little bantam was literally beyond any help I could offer.
I examined the little bird and gave some pointers to the lady of how to keep her comfortable and she left secure in the thought that she had now done her best.
I know this as when I locked the birds up for the night , on the garden gate there was hung a small package of scotch eggs with two cream scones in a bag.
A thank you for my consultation.
After a shitty night shift and before an even busier day shift today.
It was a bloody lovely treat!
Well the mother of one of the lads popped up to the cottage yesterday evening with a sick bantam in a box.
The Prof snorted a warning comment of " No more sick bastard hens in this house" before I marched out, but he need not have worried, as the little bantam was literally beyond any help I could offer.
I examined the little bird and gave some pointers to the lady of how to keep her comfortable and she left secure in the thought that she had now done her best.
I know this as when I locked the birds up for the night , on the garden gate there was hung a small package of scotch eggs with two cream scones in a bag.
A thank you for my consultation.
After a shitty night shift and before an even busier day shift today.
It was a bloody lovely treat!
You are appreciated John. We just don't tell you enough. x
ReplyDeletebet they tasted nicer than a butterfly!
ReplyDeleteThat makes me happy. Good people in this world. You being one of them.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy.
ReplyDeleteI did jimbo
DeleteI'm going to have to fine a scotch egg somewhere here in the city, I have GOT to try one!
ReplyDeletePlease do
Delete"Find", ha.
Deletewas the cream scone as good as auntie gladys' scones?
ReplyDeleteThe Prof ate them
DeleteWhat a nice story. Tales like this give me hope.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful little story.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a treat for you.
cheers, parsnip and thehamish
Awww.
ReplyDeletePeople always appreciate kindness and assistance. I love how it was left on your garden gate! -Jenn
ReplyDeleteI loved this. Just . loved. it.
ReplyDeleteIt is the little things in life, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYou can't save them all. It is nice when you are unexpectedly appreciated.
ReplyDeleteWe do love you, y'know.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. I'm sure she didn't realise just how good that makes us all feel.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet she reads his blog!!
DeleteYou are kindness in its best light. May your week be blessed.
ReplyDeleteThat is sweet.
ReplyDeleteNice to know other people appreciate you too, John.
ReplyDeleteLittle thank you gifts are the best x
ReplyDelete"No more sick bastard hens in this house" - Was it Chris's compassionate nature that first attracted you to him?
ReplyDeleteKeep doing good, it comes back to you.
ReplyDeleteWe don't expect to be compensated for being good, but it's lovely when someone does.
ReplyDeleteI'd say that those unexpected sunrays often appears when we think darkness is gaining on us. And you seem to have rooted yourself in quite a nice, halfmad and historically interesting neighbourhood - enjoy enjoy with your family and menagerie!!
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