Wet Wet Wet

And what's a bit more wet. Bushy-black is adding his own mark to the rain, rain, rain. There's a mud bath at the bottom of the garden. Urgh. And the shed is caving in due to constantly climbing and chasing and clawing and chasing and climbing squirrels. It's been up for 13 years without us doing anything to it at all, so that's not bad. I have crazy ideas about a sitooterie, which would be really nice.

My new passport arrived. I'm struck dumb by the efficiency – four days from posting to arriving. Brilliant. I love the designs inside, too (they help to distract from the awful photo).