I think I told you of my statue - a gift from my gardeners for my patio. They bought it for me and brought it one Monday when I had Book Group here, so although I waved to them I had no contact with them other than that. When I went into the back garden later in the day there he was. It is actually a statue of Hercules with the Lion but they christened him Mr Winkle - yes you can guess - there is no hiding his masculinity as he leans nonchallantly against a lion. The next time I saw them they told me they hoped he made me jump when I opened the bedroom curtains the next morning.
I laughed and told them I had caught them out - when I came out of hospital I moved into the computer room at the other end of the bungalow. Well they came again this week - my gardener has been poorly and they haven't been for ten weeks apart from to mow the lawn. This week they did a massive winter tidy-up and yes- you have guessed it. When I drew back the cutains in the computer room next morning - there he was - looking into my window.
We have had an awful blizzard with snow and winds of getting on for ninety miles an hour . When I looked at Mr Winkle the gale had blown him (he is far too heavy for me to move) right to the edge of the wall. An inch further and he would topple off. He is far too heavy for me to move and in any case I can't climb the steps, so there he sits precariously. Luckily the wind has died down. I have friends calling for lunch on Thursday weather permitting so hopefully he will balance there until then.
Snow here is disappearing by the minute.