Terry keeps his clips on.

The title is a track sung by the late great Viv Stanshall, and refers to someone who was worried about being stung by wasps. I should have listened to him, as mid blip, I felt a crawling then a sting around my knee. I could hardly drop my pants in the middle of these steps so waited until I got home.
I prefer the extra as an image, but the main (a young couple pleasantly talking away) better suits the 'middle' themed mono monday, kindly hosted by 60Plus.