Woody

Somehow Woody reminds me of  the evil genius of the bird world.  Not that Woody is either evil or a genius.  He isn't the brightest.  But his species has shown itself to be supremely adaptable in recent years, moving in from the fields to our gardens, villages and towns.  

It was a frustrating day of waiting for a phone call that never came, a GP appointment that had already been missed last week because our mobile phone reception is so poor here.  The surgery won't specify a time or even a period of a couple of hours when the call might come in.  And then it never arrives after a day hanging around waiting.  There has to be a better way of running telephone appointments.

Though that pales into insignificance when we wake up to the news of what Putin is now doing in Ukraine.

Backblipped on 24 February