Rosemary Beetle

It's not often I see one of these actually out hunting. Usually they are head first into the buds of the lavender flower, snorking out the nectar.

An invitingly pleasant morning, but you can see tomorrow's weather approaching, pushing the idea of riding to the blood donation unit to the back burner and pulling the idea of vanning it forward...

I'm waiting for a pair of old man's slippers to be delivered. It's noticeable now that the floor isn't as warm as once it was. But the delivery I'm really waiting for is due at four...

I've been a good boy and confessed... I don't think that made a lot of difference! But it will mean I can divest my final bit of Canon kit.