Inge’s fallen angel

One of the things that separates Inge’s grave from the others around it, is a small white angel that sits at the base. It is bright white and not very big. This morning, when I passed, the angel had toppled over somehow. It was difficult to work out how or why it happened. Being the sort of person I am, I returned the angel to her proper position. By the look on her face, she was very grateful.

I’d never had a good, close look at the angel before. Naturally, I’ve assumed she’s an angel because she’s by a grave but, today, I realised she could also be a fairy. And, me being me, I would prefer if she was a fairy. If she is a fairy then obviously a pixie knocked her over.

Whatever mythical creature she represents, I find her oddly comforting.

Not so comforting is the fact that, the road to the ICA is not nearly completed as I wrote the other day. Only one side is. They have now started on the other side, switching the driveable half and making pedestrians and cyclists go through the car park again. Not that it’s a particular problem.

As you can see from the photo, it was a magnificent day. A bit blustery again but that was a good thing. I managed two full loads of washing, both of which dried naturally outside, on the deck in a few hours. So much better than using the dryer.

It also meant quite a bit of grass cutting.

I finished the back garden and made a decent start on the front.

Of course, the big thing was that Mirinda came home from her dig and loved the new paint jobs in the house. She was also happy I’d fixed up the networking. I had decided to put the second socket in her study first thing rather than leave it. It was a good call and works perfectly.

But, the oddest thing today was the discovery of the little house.

Outside the cemetery wall, there is a ditch just beyond a flatish grassy area. At the end of the grassy area, there is a small rise. On the small rise is a stump and a rock and, I spotted today, a tiny pink house.

It was difficult getting very close, given my age and infirmities, so the photo isn’t very good but it may explain the fallen fairy/angel.

I am pretty sure that this is a pixie’s house, recently moved into the neighbourhood. And we all know how pixies feel about fairies. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s knocked over again tonight.