Thursday, May 29, 2014

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.

News, white chocolate and Venice.

1. Instead of the horrible news on my phone, I have a new Fortean Times to read at breakfast. 2. I'm thinking there is no chance we...