Gloop, gloop!

When the boiler has its annual service, as it did yesterday, it means taking everything out of the hall cupboard. This means that the cupboard also has its annual spring clean. Today I reloaded the cupboard, but in a better way so that everything fits better and is generally more accessible. The other main achievement today (which if you read my yesterblip, you'll understand) was putting the dishcloth to soak in bleach, summed up as 'shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted'! Though no-one's had food-poisoning, or anything - the dishcloth's discoloured state was superficial tea-staining.

Despite the lashings of rain in the past 48 hours, the water level is still rather low, but this little great tit enjoyed a drink in the pond.  Oh - and here's a limerick to go with the picture:

Are you drowning your sorrows, young great-tit?
Please don't tell me you've just lost your mate, tit!
You're face down, but I think
You are taking a drink
In the pool. Soon your thirst will abate, tit.

© Celia Warren 2015