The lovely timscience just made me stuffed marrow. It was excellent. The cats lined up for the leftovers, absent-mindedly chewing each other from time to time. They're getting on better nowadays, but seem to have picked up this odd habit of giving the other's armpit/chest a sneaky play-bite when they think they're getting inadequate respec' or want to be annoying. It does look rather bizarre.
There were seventeen magpies in the meadow this morning. I really should learn the extension rhyme to cope with moments like that. And while I was failing to see whether something actually was a Jay (it might have been another corvid caught in a shaft of morning sunlight and shot into a hedge too fast to be sure) a Merlin flew over my head.
I was tooted out of the way by the coal-man delivering to the blue house with no road access. He had to carry the sack over the bridges (too narrow for his van). Should've brought the sack-truck.