Bristling

Fly.

I don't know what sort - though possibly a bristle fly?

Whenever I'm away I tend to pick up stones and when I get home they get put in a bowl in my living room. This fly clearly liked my stones as much as I do. Mind you I don't know why he'd want to be on them today, the bowl sits in the window and they must be scorching his feet.

I spent most of today in at work but it got too hot to think.

I am going to blob in a chair with a fan pointed at me.