Pretty Lady

I’ve not felt much like a pretty lady today, having had a poor night. Smithers has of course looked after me very well, and hopefully I’ll feel a bit perkier tomorrow. 

Meanwhile, a gentle stroll round the garden in the wonderful autumn sunshine this afternoon offered two opportunities for a blip. The first was a great number of feathers strewn across the lawn, signs of an altercation between species methinks, and the second were these Pretty Lady blooms on my favourite bush. 

The latter won out by a country mile.