We have blue tits nesting at Little Holt. The fledglings are just learning their basic flying lessons. The cat brought me one in this morning to show me.
I took a trip up to Farnborough. It was over thirty years ago when I worked at the hospital and flat shared in Pratts Bottom. Interesting memories I have from that time. There was a service of celebration and thanksgiving for Si's Dad. A thoroughly enjoyable service which may sound odd but it really was. There was a stunning bronze of a Fallen Angel in the graveyard.
Steve drove me home. He is good company. I did my art homework and had an interesting art class. I think I may have undone all the good work I did previously. Bugger.
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