Hanging around

The shopping arrived just before 10 a.m., but no milk, which is happening with monotonous regularity these days.

A trip to the hairdresser's this afternoon, and a sad day because he's retiring at the end of the year and has done my hair for around forty years.  It's a family business so I'm hoping his sister will do as good a job with my hair in future.  

I spotted a buzzard on the ground over the fence first thing this morning but it soon went out of view.  Then at lunchtime I saw it in one of the lime trees and managed a quick snap before it turned around and flew off.  Drat.  It's not a good picture but I've added it as an extra.