Drink Me

Or maybe not! A bit of fartnarkling with an ancient medicine bottle and some cherry blossom - obvs! This week's theme is distortion, thanks Ingeborg.
Some serious waftniness going on today as the head and body try to work out where they are. Mainly failing. Awake at 1am and then again at 5.30, finally succumbing to a cup of tea at 6. Not before we had marvelled at the dawn chorus which burst into life just before 6am - the thrushes started first, followed by the blackbirds and then various smaller warbly birds and a very loud wren. Two bats were still flying around as the day lightened.
Sue the house sitter set off on her next job - somewhere in Clare - travelling on a very ambitious route taking in most of Cork and Kerry as she went. She was disappointed that Fineen didn't come to say goodbye. HFF rocked up sometime around 3pm, most nonchalant it has to be said, but looking very well fed.
Himself braved the shopping, I did a ton of washing and a bit of genteel weeding in the polytunnel, and I also made some nettle soup - I reckon that's our iron intake for the year sorted.