First Guest

We had the first frosty night of this season. When I topped up our bird feeder this morning, I also offered a few fat balls to our feathered friends. Less than five minutes later, this blue tit had already found one.

In other news, I discovered the long-lost password for my mother’s email account (which she had not been able to use for over two years) and opened it, hoping to find some missing invoices and other documents in there. 

I was greeted by the number of 2974 unread emails. 

Three hours later I had deleted about 2960 of those messages, and unsubscribed her from over a dozen different newsletters. But I had found only two of the documents I had looked for in the first place.