Still Shielding

I wonder what the College of Arms would make of this fellow? Does someone out there claim this heraldry? (Not me, mine has elephants!). He's finding what he can make of the remains of a gone-over giant scabious flowerhead.

Despite the mendacious words of the Johnson, and the despite the flagrant disregard of much of the country, Janet and I are still shielding, albeit not as rigorously as before. We took a lovely walk this afternoon, through meadows where crickets leapt and butterflies, um , buttered... It's good to get out of the house.

After yesterday's naughtiness (here follows here), Mr Sheol dropped by to drop off some stuff. Some of which may be ticking (let's hope it's a clock, but you know how naughty he can be).