Loopy Lou |

I live near fields. In fact, out of my back window it’s only fields as far as the eye can see. Sounds boring doesn’t it? Oh, how you’re wrong about that! It’s an awesome thing living near fields. You see all sorts of strange things which you could never witness in a city.

I have seen some pretty bizarre things over the years, but nothing beats what I saw last week–a duck racing a heron. And not in the air, no, that would be far too predictable–no people, these two jokers were racing each other on the ground!

I stepped back from the window, worried that I might ruin the racing-line of one of them by glaring too much at their little beady eyes. To begin with the heron looked like he had the race won—bigger legs and more power, obviously—and then the duck came out of nowhere and stole it at the very last second (unexpected but thrilling). The heron showed his / her utter frustration with a noise that sounded a bit like the noise women in stilettos make when they fall over and break a heel off when drunk. In other words it (the animal) was miffed, and rightly so. He (or she) had let down the species considerably, and I had a strong feeling that the ducks would never let them hear the end of it…

I should mention that I was half-way through a bottle of red wine when I saw this. And I did see it. But I have a feeling that the wine made it much more exciting than it actually was.

So that’s one good reason to always keep a bottle of wine near the window I think. Just make sure the room you are in is not too high off the ground. And by the way, there’s no connection between living near fields and drinking wine. Or women in stilettos and poultry for that matter.

Important news, the ski holidays bookings for our long weekend trip have been looked after. Next monday is the cut off for the downpayment, please get it to me as soon as you can get it together, I will be vrey upset if you don’t!