How Was Your Day? VII

[Perdita]

The weather today is frosty or as the poem by Thomas Hardy quotes 'frost of spectre grey' , it is a typical Winter/Autumn day where I live.Sunshine is streaming through one of the windows in my home, silence has once again made its presence in the garden with birdsong on hold until Spring resurfaces. On the odd occasion a robin will fly into my back garden, perching itself on the fence, and every now and again will almost stare at me as if to say 'any food about, I'm hungry. How could I refuse, with a fist of breadcrumbs I wander out into the garden and scatter them on the patio, then quickly retreat indoors and await the hoards of birdlife to grace my garden ( if only for a few precious minutes).

I have an interview next week , hope that this time it will turn out to be more positive than the last 20 job interviews I had which culminated in the immortal words ' your application has been unsucessful'.

I get sparrows on my balcony eating bread they find from neighbours that throw bread for them and olives they pick from trees, glad they are eating well but wish they would use somewhere else to go and poo

Good luck with the job interview xx