This is a sad illustration of triumph over adversity, and vice versa; the triumph of a weed to flourish in a dank drain while a baby bird lies, a skeleton beside it. Life is cruel to the weak and helpless.
However, His Lordship and I were not weak and helpless last night ( at least not at first!) as we enjoyed a great evening in the company of some neighbours. In fact with the help of the wine on tap, His Lordship enjoyed the company so much we were one of the last couples to leave instead of the first, as is usually the case.
Now he wants us to host a return gathering...........I'd almost rather knit them a jumper each than produce a supper for ten. We'll see, perhaps I can broker a deal with him, or as a last resort, with St Michael!