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.

Shut in, three quick strokes and event.

1. I'm with the glossy white-haired ladies in hot pink and emerald green and china blue linen waiting for the department store to open i...