Slugroom

Damp.

Motivated by the sight of our poor lonely swing, hanging around unused in the crappy, grey, damp, October evening light, I snuck outside to take a grim empty photo and spotted this instead. There's a slug on the top floor of this toadstool/mushroom hotel of damp darkness. I got a shot of his head poking up but it was out of focus. (I wasn't really too comfy on the cold damp grass)

I spent a lot of time sat at the kitchen table today, working at various things and concentrating very hard, and turning to frown at the damp weather regularly. It was rather like being at school - only I didn't get told off for looking out of the window or eating in class.

It's damp today. Did I mention that?