The weather can be summed up with the concise phrase : same old, same old. I am starting to despair of ever getting a decent run of sunshine this summer.
We had just settled down to watch the telly last night when we heard the unmistakable sounds of one of the cats bringing a bird into the kitchen. Fortunately (for the bird that is) it was Daisy who had done the catching and bringing in, rather than Doris who has the tendency to carry off her prey to a dark place for unspeakable purposes. We shooed the cats out and managed to rescue the bird - a little finch of some sort, I think - and put it in a box to give it a chance to recover. It perked up after an hour or so and managed to fly off, seemingly no worse for wear.
In other bird news, we have had a veritable feeding frenzy of blue tits, coal tits, great tits and even a bullfinch feeding off the seeds on the vine, and the ripening elderberries in the garden. There must have been twenty or more different birds swooping around at lunchtime. Fortunately the cats were all too busy snoozing to take advantage of this aerial bonanza.
Oh, and in corrections news, I have to admit that I was wrong to say that 20% of Americans are fucking idiots. Apparently, it's only 18% but on the other hand 31% of Republicans fall into said category of fucking idiocy. So there.
I hereby declare this Friday night to be well and truly ... open!