Who lives here?
Mr hazelh believes that this nest, which is lodged up a tree across the road from our flat, is the home of a squirrel. Nobody was in when I photographed it this afternoon (in the sleet).
I have been an obedient patient and hardly ventured from my sickbay at all today.
Mr hazelh is pleased that I have proof-read online my latest blipbook, which he will send off for printing soon. He also enjoyed the tuna pasta bake that I made for supper.
The rest of the evening will be spent on the sofa with my Recovery Moomin.
Exercise today: none (I am resting to speed my recovery).