We have wildlife in profusion. There are newts and some sort of snail in the pond, together with several hundred tadpoles (pollywogs, to you Colonials). The woodpeckers are drumming away, and we seem to have the same maddening chaffinch as we had last year, with his 'silly old widow!' flourish at the end of his repetitive song. Someone's had a go at one of the blackbirds, to judge by the feathers on the back grass.
Yewf court yesterday was as depressing as usual, though it was refreshing to sit with a chairtaker who administers a good bollocking! We had one punter we won't see again. but the rest were largely familiar faces, each a foot taller and wider than when I first saw them, and about to graduate to the adult court, where it'll be my job to to talk to them and tell them that we're no longer looking at their welfare as a priority, but putting punishment at the head of the list.
We've been to the optician again today. When I got my current specs, they were so ill-suited to working at the computer that I ordered a set of readers suitable for the job. Well, I got them home, and they were useless, and made me feel queasy. Replacements on order, and the varifocals have now been adjusted so that I don't actually need the readers. Deep sigh. Still, the good news is that Martyn's new specs have been similarly adjusted, and seem much better.
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