Not in my shed Robbie.

 Another  beautiful day and J has been out the garden  clipping up the branches he trimmed off the tree a few months ago. I have been doing house wifey things, too numerous to mention. We had our afternoon cuppa outside again, which is unheard of usually in February. Not many birds visiting our feeders, but the resident Robin did pay us a visit, and hopped into the entrance to our shed. I could get used to this glorious weather, although, as J said, we will probably pay for it later. I hope he is proved wrong.