It's the early poet

... who catches the first pheasant!

We were all up early this morning for breakfast before we headed off in various directions. It's been a lovely week. I was delighted to see this visitor on the wall when I pulled up the blinds this morning.

Now home. Exhausted. Will be back-blipping my Wednesday blip shortly and then I'll be up-to-date.

Number crunching: 10 weeks to the day since Mr PP had his new hip fitted. 6 years to the day since my mother died. And on we go ...