Anthomyia

Or little fly to you and me.

I woke this morning with a pulse of earache but after taking a paracetamol and one Ibuprofen, there’s been nothing since.  I think it might be going away.

A little plodding in the garden on what is a beautiful day.  JJ has been doing a bit of clearing up over the back and cutting off the stalks that emerge from the trunks of the lime trees.

I’ve also been watching the marathon, looking out for ten of our local runners who are doing it tied together in a replica test tube holder in aid of pancreatic cancer.  Unfortunately I didn’t see them but someone on our patch has posted a tv shot of them.  This will be Paul’s 107th marathon, or thereabouts.