My humans have returned from the other side of the planet (that's where they said they went - they might have sent those postcards from the next village for all I know). I knew something was afoot when Yam-Aunty started packing a suitcase. Suitcases always give me a bad feeling.
Then my humans turned up - so i ignored them.
Mr B arrived home with a 'dicky tummy' - which apparently means lie in bed and eat chocolate (actually I'm not sure about the eat chocolate bit), but it meant that I was encouraged to do the Dr Tigger thing and ensure that as much as possible of the sunshine coming in the bedroom window was soaked up by me. The bed seemed the ideal place to do it.
The next day, F and Yam-Aunty went somewhere in my van, apparently to visit an outdoor museum. I wasn't invited so I am not going to let F put any photos here. I did get to supervise a morning of lawn mowing, edge trimming, industrial extraction of sticky green weeds, and some repotting of tomato, chili, and tomatillo seedlings.
We are getting wall to wall sunshine.
We haven't had any rain recently so despite all the rain we got over the winter, the place is drying out already. Starlings have fledged and our bird feeders are swamped with big fat grey young starlings complaining to their sleek (smaller) shiny parents that the food service is too slow. They also march all over the lawn 'debugging'.
Our neighbour is providing entertainment as he drags a ladder along his roof and scrapes the moss off the roof tiles. He is younger than my humans - mine paid someone else to do that. He is doing a very good job though. When the moss was damp, birds used to lift lumps of it looking for insects that lived underneath, but now it is dry and crisp, and crumbly like really old used potting mix. F gathered it up and put it on our front garden - the one that is being allowed to be more 'natural'. Natural, my elbow - they are just too lazy to mow the grass and now it is dotted with daisies and buttercups, and a plant with little purple flowers and lots of seeding grass. Next year F is going to be really cross at herself when the whole garden comes up grass....
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