You sound more settled today, Doodle. Hopefully, the wafts of brownie will lure Jeeves to your threshold tonight for a swift nightcap.
I am captivated by tales from our NZ Lobstars and accompanying photos. When we first went to Oz for DS1's graduation, we met up with my cousin, who I had never met. I knew his elder sisters, then sole siblings, when they emigrated in the late 50s. It was strange, there was an instant affection and affinity which I am sure wouldn't have happened in any other circumstances. In fact, he was waiting on the step for us, we both hugged long and hard. He then said - 'I presume you're my cousin - or have I just made a terrible faux pas?' š.
Our regular band of ladybirds, having returned to hibernate in a tight little cluster at the top of the bathroom sash window, decided (unwisely as it happened) to take advantage of the warmer weather, wake up and have a little wander around.
*To encourage them, I threw open the small window (no idea how they get in every year), but Mr.I became amazingly coy and refused to use the bathroom for its usual function and insisted on shutting it tight again. He says they're not stupid
and know full well where to find a permanently tropical abode for the winter*.
How rudeš¤·āāļø
We were down to two last night when I ran a bath.
Perhaps, dear reader, you can guess the outcome. As I pulled the plug, I was mortified to find one floating away on a cloud of spent bubblesš¢.
I think he must have been the teenager of the group, more often than not wandering off and doing his own thing.
Here he is, in happier times.
*"Last seen wandering aimlessly, quite of her own accord"*^
How much reward? š