Mickey Mouse. Twice.

It's a feeble old nibbled laurel leaf. I've mentioned it before.

A walk earlier yielded nothing blippable, except for a rather depressing bit of building beginning.
The place where I enjoy a quiet peaceful walk is going to be many many houses.
I'd been trying to kid myself it wasn't going to happen, but the evidence is now just too great to ignore. Sigh.

Anyway, it must be obvious to you (?) that I am not blipping.

What I'm actually doing, sat sitting here, is writing a recipe for my cookery project.

My addiction fondness for blip makes me appreciate the need for the occasional white fib (which must be even less naughty than a white lie, surely?)