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Drove over to Bolsover to visit Mum.
Bill drove us to Mansfield (flatter and fewer cobbles for her wheelchair) and we Did Shopping.
Helped by the sweet lass in Bon Mache giving Mum a 40% off voucher, she bought many summer clothes.
I bought two jackets, black and blue, from Anne Harvey, reduced from £65 each to £15. Blue one is viscose and black a linen/cotton mix, reserved enough for work, casual enough to make me happy.
We stopped for coffee.
We are, I should point out, in a coffee shop in the middle of a city.
So in comes a dragonfly.
From where, I know not, no ponds or gardens for miles.
And then the screaming starts, staff and patrons act as though a rat had just come in. It's a dragonfly, for heavens sake, what's it going to do? Mug them?
So, armed with a large glass (glass is so I don't damage it) I attempted a rescue, this involved climbing over chairs and in the window.
Except the buggering thing had a wing span greater than the pint glass.
Got it in, sideways, eventually, released outside, probably to a sad end.
If I'd had some way to carry it, I'd have released it where it had a small chance of surviving, such as Bill's pond. But I was pushing a wheelchair, laden with bags and a Dorothy.
Oh well, at least it had a small chance.
I couldn't believe how hysterical the coffee shop staff were. Yes, it was a large dragonfly, but they are harmless, beautiful things. Highly unusual to see one in such an urban setting but for heavens sake, it was a dragonfly!
FF
Bill drove us to Mansfield (flatter and fewer cobbles for her wheelchair) and we Did Shopping.
Helped by the sweet lass in Bon Mache giving Mum a 40% off voucher, she bought many summer clothes.
I bought two jackets, black and blue, from Anne Harvey, reduced from £65 each to £15. Blue one is viscose and black a linen/cotton mix, reserved enough for work, casual enough to make me happy.
We stopped for coffee.
We are, I should point out, in a coffee shop in the middle of a city.
So in comes a dragonfly.
From where, I know not, no ponds or gardens for miles.
And then the screaming starts, staff and patrons act as though a rat had just come in. It's a dragonfly, for heavens sake, what's it going to do? Mug them?
So, armed with a large glass (glass is so I don't damage it) I attempted a rescue, this involved climbing over chairs and in the window.
Except the buggering thing had a wing span greater than the pint glass.
Got it in, sideways, eventually, released outside, probably to a sad end.
If I'd had some way to carry it, I'd have released it where it had a small chance of surviving, such as Bill's pond. But I was pushing a wheelchair, laden with bags and a Dorothy.
Oh well, at least it had a small chance.
I couldn't believe how hysterical the coffee shop staff were. Yes, it was a large dragonfly, but they are harmless, beautiful things. Highly unusual to see one in such an urban setting but for heavens sake, it was a dragonfly!
FF
