"Bugger this...

it's raining.  I'm off!"

This morning the local wood pigeon population were most disgruntled to discover that the bird bath in our garden was dry as a bone.  They sit on it and gaze wistfully in through the kitchen window while I attempt to do the washing up.  I discovered the above little fellow hiding out in my watering can and rescued him from a watery grave.  He didn't seem all that grateful as he slid off.  Just in time for it to start tipping down.






In other news:  I finally tackled the crapping crap hole that is Amy's bedroom.  How nine year old girls can fester in such filth is beyond me.  I'm pretty sure a one point I caught a glimpse of Sherger and it looks as if Lord Lucan has been hiding out under her bed.