Spring is in the air

After our doggie walk I decided to take the feather duster out for a spin. Over the top of the picture frames we soared, then swooping down behind the sofa and up again we glided past the mirror, a flick here a flick there, then down around the chair legs until we landed on the table, scattered a few papers and dislodged a few crumbs. After an exhausting half hour I put her back in the cupboard till the next time.

Mr PC took delivery of his new lawnmower today, as after twenty years his old one is retiring.

I found this little spring on our walk the other day and thought it might come in useful for a blip.