Lucy – Hares, ooh, that sounds suitably signy. I must go find out the difference between a hare and a rabbit now. Thank goodness for the interweb!

T&C – Ha! Smart/casual/hippy is a good look, especially if you smell of lavender. Come-uppance is a good, karmic thing – and you’re not mean at all. I like it when Karma bites people on the bum.

Al – Thankyouverymuch!

do update.

Ian – Ooooooh, the power of Reiki strikes again! I used to be massively sceptical until a seriously awesome mending of some torn ligaments & broken bones in my foot… I’d been hobbling about for months after the stupid GP told me it was fine… I finally caved in and went for Reiki (my neighbour forced me!). I woke up that night for my small-hours wee (ugh, TMI sorry!) then got back into bed. I’d had the MOST disturbing dream that these people had taken me away, telling me that they’d show me what a sore ankle was all about and had forcibly broken both my ankles and bandaged them up. Eeeeeeeeeeek. But as I lay there in the dark, it occurred to me that I hadn’t hobbled to the loo at all… and I swear it was fine for months until I finally went to have some physio to fix the last of the bruising. Weird eh? Oooooooh…

Karen – pc wallpaper? Ok, that IS quite a weird one…

Bobo – Camouflage Hippy, ah the title of this week’s story perhaps? How many portents does one women need indeed. Oh, ok, it made me laugh.

Honeysuckle – Nuts?! NUTS?! Aw, bless your heart, thank you

Pat – No, it wasn’t me… but that’s a fabulous title for a ’song as a sign’. Will investigate that along with Cap’n Black’s…

B – Aw, a kiss to keep each other safe. That’s not cuckoo, that’s adorable. As for the deer… I actually did have my car written off by a deer… see? I still believe though. Now that’s cuckoo, wouldn’t you say?

Helen – Please, please tell me that your hippy skirt had those little bits of mirror on it?

DJ – A Wednesday Wonder sounds like a god idea. I shall have a look on eBay for you.

Fionnuala – Aw! I don’t think deer can read though?

Hullaballooooo – What a brilliant comment you did write, all glittering with oddness. I think I might love you.

Tam – Sounds as if your portents have been working wonders for you lately. I’m still smiling at your fabulous news. Yay!

TF – TF sarnies rather than tofu then? Just for you. I was too late or your knockers. Oh, that’s something I’ve never typed before!

Debs – Ducks rarely fly, they don’t seem cut out for it somehow? But you know what happens when pigs fly, don’t you? The price of bacon goes up! (Boom boom, old ones are the best etc.)

Lane – That was quite good, the Saturday, but didn’t live up to the Amazingness that I foresee. But I haven’t fallen over for a while so maybe it’s a gradual drip-feed of non-divviness that the deer foretells?

Liane – Bohemian is SUCH a good word. Yes, much better than hippy. Itchy hand, oh yes, I believe that one too!

Loth – Your hubs sounds quite deliciously potty. Well done on choosing him!

Fia – You are funny. I do those signs too, it’s nice to be a bit mean with the safety of distance! A white deer… oh, yes, I saw one of those once. He stood absolutely still and watched me walk… when I came back half an hour later, he was still there. The dog didn’t seem to notice him so yes, I think you’re right. He was God. Am glad he’s visited you too.

Over run with deer here. A muntjac breathed in through the dining room window, where we sleep in our little shack. I sometimes see a white one. I believe that he is God. He could be couldn’t he?

Voted for you.

Let me see, signs and portents… Can’t think of any. Except the itchy right palm meaning money a-coming in. But then I forget all about it so I can’t say if it works.

Or maybe something even amazinger will happen?:-)

I love seeing ducks fly, though I doubt that means anything much.

I’ve a sign it be called the “sign of our times” The end is near. Oh deer! Where would be that witty writer who promised to play my word game. So Ms Hippy, get hoppy and jump over and play Thirteen Knockers.

Opportunity knocks TFx

I thought it was very rude of the ducks not to be more explicit, btw.

Turning this upside down, I am wondering what meaning the deer is making of seeing a beautiful healer turned hilarious writer. Did the deer die and return as a duck and if so, what was he before that? Incidentally, I don’t believe in reincarnation, but Caprice does, so it must be true.

And what meaning is there in your writing of cows and grass? Is there some yearning to be a shaman?

This made me laugh VERY loud. Jen, I believe that deer was sent to tell you some day you will publish a VERY funny book. You heard it here first. Fx