Flaming tree

We can’t see the sunset from our house, but we can see a tree on fire if we go out onto the drive.

Speaking of drives, Mr Pandammonium called me to the back door earlier. I rushed there just in time to see Mr Perkins wiggling his bum and pouncing on a bit of next door’s drive where a bird was moments before. It flew away in plenty of time – must have heard his bells.