A helping hand

Some housework this morning.  It always amazes me how much dust the vacuum cleaner picks up, but I suppose it's worse at this time of the year, with doors and windows open.

We walked around the block this afternoon, stopping for a natter with one of our neighbours round the corner.  He and his wife offered the living space above their garage to a Ukrainian family, who are still there.  The family had their summer residence in the east bombed by the Ukrainians in a bid to get rid of the Russians and the two houses he had built near the recently bombed reservoir, were washed away.

I have been evicting hoverflies from the conservatory, and this was one of them.