
Today, January 11, Geoff tells me outside the pub that he has just seen a bee and three butterflies in The Grove. As he speaks a bee arrives and settles on his packet of tobacco. It is attracted we suppose by the yellow colour of the wrapping. "Look," he says, "it's exploring the bar-code."
I have always enjoyed the rather ponderous use of the word divert to mean amuse. It has a Dickensian ring about it. So it is that whenever I see, as I do today, a road sign announcing "Diverted Traffic", I imagine cars with smiling radiators and windscreen-wipers dancing with hilarity.
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The first thing to jump out at me was my card! Thanks for featuring it so nicely, and what a great idea to keep a scrapbook. I don't think I've done one since I was very young. Maybe that's what I should do with the wonderful cards, like yours, which we receive each year, instead of keeping them in boxes. I do keep a lovely basket on my desk where I keep all the correspondence them until the next year's abundance comes along. There's something so personal and real about themcompared to emails, don't you think, even though I'm guilty of writing far less by hand.
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