It’s technically spring, but I won’t be removing that little line from my banner just yet.  Here’s the situation round here at nearly lunchtime.  The chaffinches has been around to complain that their bird seed has been snowed over.  I went out to give them some more and startled a whole bunch of feathered squatters who were hiding in the ivy.

Antonia is gainfully occupied drawing an epic narrative in pictures in her nature study book.  It involves the adventures of a catwoman whose long, white hair makes her look a bit like me.  I am following my golden rule of leaving her alone when she is busy.  My own brain is feeling rather mushy at the moment, and I’m not really settling on anything – least of all on doing my chores.