Marking

After walking Django, I did everything but start my marking. It was all useful work, and not all of it exciting. The day was damp, and (so?) Kermit was in a bad mood. I took this through the back door, and as soon as I opened it to try to take a sharper photo, he jumped down, came into the kitchen and lashed out at A as he passed her. Real claw points through jeans stuff!