Bomble

More council related thinking, planning and meetings made up much of my day. I managed to finish in time to pick up Helena and then drive to Stonehouse for our course on 'the Shock of the new', telling of the impact of new artistry from the Impressionists onwards. We have now reached Post-Impressionism and Fauvism is looming. It is very interesting and well taught so the two hours a week pass in a flash.

We got home in time for a cup of tea and a fine welcome from Bomble, who is always waiting on the windowsill for our arrival. I took my cup outside onto the patio and took my old camera with me on the off chance that the warm air would let me catch sight of some birds feeding. In fact there were only the usual suspects of tits and blackbirds, with a few pigeons flapping about high in the d=trees. But there was a lot of birdsong and I think the lengthening of the days bringing brighter light is making the birds frisky.

Once Bomble had eaten his rations he soon joined me on my lap in the garden before selecting the patio table as his spot from which to check out the garden. I noticed he was quite frisky and couldn't sit still with his attention easily taken by any moving object. We found out later from our neighbour that the rogue ginger tom cat had been around. He is very aggressive to not only cats but also people, having actually attacked her some months ago. Apparently today Bomble and he had a set-to which might have accounted for Bomble's edgy manner. I hope he saw off the rogue.

I haven't blipped Bomble for a long time so I'm glad to have him in my journal again. The crumbs on his chin are the result of his interest in the remains of some bird food on the table.