Feathers, napping down and no cull.

1. Every so often I catch with the edge of my vision a whirr and a thrum of feathers in the garden as a sparrow attacks the fat balls hanging by the wall.

2. To snuggle an angry and drooping Bettany up for a very late nap -- she has been too excited to sleep because DADDY is home.

3. I treat myself at the till because the proceeds, 100% of them, go to projects fighting the badger cull. Lush May Day bath bomb.

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