Chickadesperate

I was so busy with laundry, painting, cleaning, sorting and not-being-outside-because-it's vile that I didn't have time to take photos. Let alone Blip. I ran out for a little bit to feed the birds and found the hole in the tree being inhabited again by a wary squirrel. And there was little chickadeedle.

Later we went to the pub and talked about how lovely it would be if we could spend the evening playing scrabble and such like my parents used to do - until we realised that with HIS tendency to gloat incessantly and MY tendency to throw gameboards across the room when I lose we'd probably be better off not trying that out.