G at teatime

More on that story later.

We have spent these pleasant evenings watching and listening to the numerous house martins wheeling over the nearby houses, probably feeding on the insects carried up in the thermal.  Or maybe just telling one another what they have done during the day.  There was a single swift flying with them up till a couple of days ago - must have got left behind when the family went south.

The mystery of why Mrs M sometimes gets giggly and staggers about after just one G&T is solved.  I have now seen the G:T ratio she employs when it is her turn to make it.  I'd better take back responsibility or there may be trouble ahead.