I for Itchy

A couple of nights ago JJ and I were sitting in bed reading and there was a fly trapped in the room with us, which kept dive-bombing me.  I did try to swat it but it was a little too lively, so we decided to call it a night and turn the lights out.

The following morning there was no sign of the fly and it got me thinking about the song "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly etc., etc.,"  Anyway I'm not dead yet.

Rapidly changing the subject, I headed over the back this morning and spent a happy hour or two cutting back more brambles and was serenaded for much of it by a single Marsh Tit, whose song sounds like it has an allergy to something.

I couldn't find any insects for Tiny Tuesday.