Fighting off a cold and cat singing

Fighting off a bad cold, I'm under self-imposed house-arrest. However, I went out to sit in the secluded garden at midday when there was a bit of sun.
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So funny... They have been talking about drones on the radio discussing their various applications, aside military purposes. One man phoned in and said that he has a neighbour who is like a drone. She sees, hears and knows everything!
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Let me add a text that amused me:

In 1747 the house was daily crowded by fashionable audiences to witness Samuel Foote's humorous entertainments, entitled "Foote giving Tea," &c., which included life-like imitations of the most notable characters of the day.

Apropos of Foote's entertainment, a good story of the silly Duke of Cumberland is told by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt, in his "New London Jest Book." One night he was in the green-room here. "Well, here I am, Mr. Foote," said he, "ready to swallow all your good things." "Your royal highness," answered the witty actor, "must have the digestion of an ostrich, for I never knew you to throw up any again!"

When Foote first opened this theatre, amongst other projects, he proposed to entertain the public with an imitation of cat music. For this purpose he engaged a man famous for his skill in mimicking the mewing of cats. This person was called "Cat Harris." As he did not attend the rehearsal of this odd concert, Foote desired Shuter would endeavour to find him out and bring him with him. Shuter was directed to some court in the Minories where this extraordinary musician lived; but not being able to find the house, Shuter began a cat solo; upon this the other looked out of the window, and answered him with a cantata of the same sort. "Come along," said Shuter, "I want no better information that you are the man. Mr. Foote stays for us—we cannot begin the cat opera without you."

 Click here to read more about the history of Haymarket, London!
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Lunchtime pictures of the garden including the ones of the new mushroom in the freshly mowed lawn:

The lawnmower was in use only a day before, and the little mushrooms sprung among the trimmed grass:

How much I do miss going to the forest and looking for edible mushrooms. It's so relaxing...