Harlequin...

.. I'm pretty sure. (With a grey alien?).

We don't have the abundant ladybirds in Derbyshire that I used to enjoy when we lived in Oxfordshire. So, it's nice to blip the occasional one even if it is a harlequin. (With a teeny alien on its back. No one said aliens have to be our size did they? Well, maybe they did say child sized?). 

I'd like to report that I'm off to do something vital. But, I think I might spend the next hour with a lovely podcast. And a sprinkle of guilt. (Can't help it. My Mum, bless her, gifted it a long time ago and it's hard to shake).