Thank you, The Small Faces.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and a Sunday in general, too. I did have a lot to do, but as usual, I sidestepped most of it and did the easy stuff instead. Isn’t that what Sundays are for? It certainly is for me.
After a light lunch, I went out for a walk, still searching for the elusive Sixteen Spot Ladybirds, but again I was unsuccessful. Maybe they are overwintering somewhere else. I certainly hope so. The walk only produced six photos, and two of those were rejected immediately. Luckily a hen blackbird decided it was time for a cooling splash in the bird bath and I grabbed a few shots of it, but then I was so excited to actually get some photos, I pulled the SD card too quickly and more or less glitched the whole thing. The camera was on continuous shooting mode (slow) and there should have been about a dozen shots there. Only two shots came out, the rest were unrecoverable according to Sony. Fortunately, one of the two was a fairly good, sharp shot and it got PoD.
Neither Scamp nor I could settle on what to have for dinner and we finally agreed on home-made Tomato soup and a pack of chicken pakora I’d picked up in Asda on our way home from dance class on Saturday. Not our typical Sunday dinner, but for some reason, neither of us was hungry and the soup was good. The pakora, not so much IMO.
Spoke to Jamie in the evening and heard that things are calming down after a stressful week, for Simonne especially, losing Valioso, but also for Jamie, visiting Clive. Our thoughts are with them.
I’ve an early rise tomorrow. I’m intending to take the Blue car to Jim Dickson’s to get a bush fitted. Then, hopefully a taxi to Condorrat to drop me off at the dentist.