I forgot to go to my blood donor appointment today, even though it was in my diary and I'd been sent a text alert -- um, last week sometime. Sure to remember? Apparently not. Bum.
My 43 things reminder is telling me that it's time to start throwing away old artwork. Oh, that's going to be fun. Still; it must be done.
Pond now has (at least) two frogs. On the other hand, a bush beside the road out front with no water anywhere near it has at least one, so meh. Maybe it's just a good year for frogs.
How do you tell what species of bat it is you have in your back garden?
|Good news for disenchanted men
Who crave simpler days, without castles and princesses.