Opthalmology appointment, gone wrong

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Opthalmology appointment

Up reasonably early this morning, got the apricots on to stew while I made the pastry. (I have discovered a new reipe for pastry with wholemeal flour and olive oil which seems to work rather well).
Next door, my No2 was up and walking along the offside gunnel cleaning all the bird shit off the roof that had accumulated while we were moored up under the trees during the hottest part of the most recent heatwave. I was just about to make a cup of coffeee when I heard a scream calling me urgently. I rushed to the front of my boat to see what was going on. My No2 was being attacked by a family of swans seeing if they could grab a bit of foot. My No2 was trapped halfway along the gunnel with swans either side of her pecking at her feet. I promptly started making 'come here little swannies, I've got something for you' noises. Fortunately they did come and see what I was doing giving my No2 a chance to shimmy along the gunnel to safety.
The swans hung around for a good fifteen minutes before they decided to leave us in peace.

Just been listening to the story about the three Billy Goats Gruff and the troll. I have listened to this story on and off since I was about 6 and now, 70 years later, I have deciphered the message contained in the story. Who would have believed that we were being subliminally indoctrinated to sacrifice our siblings for a small benefit in the future. After all the first two goats (Little Billy Goat Gruff and Middle Billy Goat Gruff) both offered the troll their elder sibling as payment for crossing the bridge to greener grass on the other side.

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