Puzzling perforations

The Ballerinas are finally out and looking gorgeous but something odd has happened to this one. Can't work it out as the holes are so regular. An obsessively neat slug maybe?

A chilled day for me but not for everyone else. Boy 1 played his last ever game for his football team: a whole decade of cameraderie. The sad but inevitable end of an era as they all get ready to head off in different directions come September (and the right exam results). Boy 2 played his second to last footy match before he defects to the game played with a rather less spherical ball. The opponents were once again foul-mouthed and threatening. Unedifying behaviour made worse by losing (to a team which out of necessity was fielding younger brothers to make up numbers but the opposition didn't know that fortunately.)

I spent a tedious but strangely mindful afternoon in the ridiculously hot sun teasing out millions of bluebell seedlings from the front border. The annual job which just HAS to be done to avoid Spanish bluebell global domination. It doesn't seem to matter how many you dig out each spring - there always seem to be billions more seedlings ready to take their place. I suppose you have to admire their persistence.