Tit

I am only half-joking when I say that I generally check in to FB once a day, just to make sure noone else has died. This morning it unfortunately proved its usefulness, by informing me that an old chum from the Bothy club in Southport had died suddenly a couple of days ago. He was a lovely man. Was last there in the autumn of 2019, but last time with DaveH was in 2013.

Went to the allotment to feed the little blighters - noticed this blue tit waiting for an opportunity to slip in amongst the bickering spudgers and nick some delicious suet.

Much second-hand excitement in the evening when the big Hull dig that D spent most of last year on was featured on 'Digging for Britain' - Twitter went a bit wild over the rude pipe-tamper figurine! Link?
Should be on the i-player, anyway. (You won't spot D though, just his empty chair - he was in isolation due to having been pinged.)

Now listening to some vintage Dylan and raising a dram to Clive, even though he used to sing that Stephen Foster song saying 'do not charge your glasses for me'.