Today is BC's birthday. My partner delivered his gift to him via a mutual friend. So perhaps his conscience is pricking him at last. I have settled it with my partner that his name will not be mentioned again on this blog unless I have positive news to report. I grow concerned at the profusion of tears so near to the electrical sockets. And I am sick of writing about him.
During the recent strong winds, a carrier bag became entangled in tree branches above the rear of my estate. I am savvy enough to know that it is merely a plastic receptacle - but still it sounds like an army of tiny squirrels, each one banging a little drum, every time the wind blows. It makes me very cross indeed.
By way of a diversion - here's Part 8 of Around the World with Jasper:

Good night.
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