When I walked in this morning, Mateo was holding this little guy, still wriggling in his fingers. I thought it was a wasp, but he insisted, no, it’s fly pretending to be a wasp. He let the poor thing go eventually.
Accidentally snapped a flowering gladiolus today. I didn’t have anywhere to throw it away to and my hands were full of curb key and hose, so I stuck the flower in my pocket.
This gave me an eighties flashback to Morrissey (for anyone who won’t know about this, which may be most people, here’s a pic)
And I had to wail ‘You’re the one for me, fatty!’ at the sky.
This blog is just aimless rambling really.