Not quite an emergency.

Rather rude, obscenely numbered, birthday, today. The next one has a zero in it.
Roast duck and a small libation scheduled for the night.

Shot off up to the metrolopse to try and get ''something to wear for tonight'' plus the present.

While swanning around between shops the odd cuppa now and then was, I suppose, inevitable. T'aint often the weather allows us to sit out with the brew, but we could today: right beside a gang of rather morose, truculent-looking urban Begonias.

This one caught my eye as the pick of the crop and we were home, out, had the duck, had the libation and back in before I realised I had blipped precious little else of note.

So ... Earwig oh!