Where's yer bin?

I's bin 'ere all the time...

I can't understand why the guy behind me waiting to use the air and water at the petrol station started hooting and shaking his fist when I got my camera out to take a few shots of this cheeky crow.

He had already thrown three carrier bags of rubbish onto the ground and drank the dregs of a cup of coffee - the crow, that is, not the irate man.

It's Monday Monday

I like Mondays - especially when it's a bank holiday. It was my nephew's birthday and we ate cake, in the rain, lots of it, cake and rain!