I had a bit of a meltdown after my knee diagnosis, followed by a gym lesson, which revived all the horrors of schooldays - though only because I was in something of a state of shock. Anyway, I sobbed all the way home in the car.
Captain B came back from his outing with a present for me. My tears dried as if by magic, as I pulled the wrappings off to reveal a lovely little cup with a pretty golden chaffinch on an autumn branch. It said:
"Chaffinch's tufty peachy feathers, they are happy in all weathers."
"Chaffinch that!" I shrieked making headbutting movements, "I'll give him happy in all weathers."
However, now I come to think of it, its amazing how Jehovah and the Christian message always do give you something to be happy about. At the moment I am absorbed in replying to a nice American Academic, about evolution and such things. So the chaffinch and I are both perched prettily on our branches, singing away happily, in harmony.
And I have to admit that we can learn so much from the creation.
Captain B is out, a'twitching, so I can sing. Otherwise he keeps looking pained and handing me the indigestion tablets, as my singing is nowhere near as harmonious as the chaffinch's.