Red

Went up to the allotment for a scrat about and to feed the little blighters. It was only just as I was leaving that I glimpsed this unusual visitor - Mrs Great Spotted Woodpecker. Her red bum saved me from having to go in search of the traditional red balloon. Nine years, eh? Doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself (and, indeed, when you're not)?

I then trekked over to the Royal Mail's 'delivery' office in Portobello and retrieved the new internet hub, which they evidently had decided not to deliver at all. Courtesy of which, once I got it home and D had connected it, I have now done four days worth of back blips.