The thieving magpie.

A lovely sunny day. Andy was cleaning his car so I went to ask him if he would clean mine next weekend.  We stood chatting for ages so I got a bit of fresh air for once.  I was lucky with my blip too as a magpie appeared to pinch the mealy worms I'd put out for the starlings.  We never see magpies around here so it was a bit of a novelty.  Read on the sofa as usual but also cleaned the bathroom so I did something useful as well.  When I titled my blip I  was thinking of the Jackdaw of Rheims which I had somehow turned into a magpie but have now discovered that Rossini has an opera called "The thieving magpie" about a serving girl who is nearly hanged for stealing the silver when it was the bird all along.  It's obvious I'm not an opera buff.