Birds, Twigs and Man flue

Going through my cupboards I came across this coffee set, they have been sat in the cupboard for around two years.  I came into their possession when his lordship went to help a friend clear out his deceased mother’s house.  

They are not really my usual choice, in fact they are quite ugly and I doubt I will ever use them, but they belonged to an old lady and although that old lady was not my mother, she was some ones mother, hence I cannot bring myself to throw them out.  I am not sure what the animals are that make up the handles on the cups, milk and sugar pot but I have a sneaking suspicion that are young bears. Anyway not sure what to do with them so “back in the cupboard with you”

It was one of those kinds of days, you know, when you have loads to do but the body is not really wiling.  Doesn't help that his lordship has contracted “Man Flue” and is busy coughing and wheezing like nothing on this earth and feeling very sorry for himself.  I have experienced man flue before but no one can pull it off better than an Italian,   honestly you would think that he had something serious and not just some seasonal cold.  I sent him to bed reminding him that “winters coming, there are logs and twigs to sort out and that Mother Nature doesn't stop just because someone has the sniffles”.  Still I am making him chicken soup in my slow cooker for supper that’ll buck him up.

I spent most of the day outside with the birds and in between twigging I tried, to get a decent photo of the Farone, tricky little buggers to sneak up on and they squeal like a couple of queens.  His lordship has named them Dolce & Gabbana.

Oh and I found a suitable home for my cushions covers that I bought back, I call it my English chair, ok so there is a bit of tartan in there but it is red white and blue.