IF ever I was confined to end my days housebound then I would definitely want to spend a great deal of my time by my big floor-length window just looking and watching.

I find it quite fascinating — all the different kinds of wildlife that goes on quite oblivious to us and the absolute regularity of it.

Needless to say when I mention it to a friend that ‘every day at this time the squirrel comes down from the big conifer and roots around for the bits of stuff that I put out’ it doesn’t.

It’s as if it almost knows and thinks ‘now just you look here Margo Grimshaw. I will come down here to eat when I like so don’t you go thinking that I’m here just to entertain you’.

I went to a table top sale the other day and bought a very cute teddy bear.

But he’s no ordinary teddy, he has a sort of grandpa face and wears a bow tie and on his feet are buttons which when I press them, he says nursery rhymes.

I think I have fallen in love as I can’t bear to put him on the big table with my now rather large collection of dolls as I want him here on the writing table with me, Yes! I often think I am going a little nutty, so I am just going to have a cup of tea and eat a Bacon Butty.

Oops! I didn’t mean that to rhyme.

I love little poems, here’s my favourite - Imagine a Little Sock Baby’s sock I do not think it’s fair and if you were a baby small I think you would agree with me It’s really very hard on me for what can Santa get in there I do often wonder is there any other place that calls a sandwich a butty and how on earth did it get that name.

I think if I remember rightly that the sandwich was so named after the Earl of Sandwich, but sad to say I don’t know why.

Of course I could get out the encyclopaedia, but I am a lazy idle lounging vagabond (got that phrase from my favourite book John Halifax Gentleman) and then again I think if I am absolutely correct about everything you’d have nothing to criticise me for and that would never do!