Bummler….

Bummlers, that's what we called them when we were kids.  There were also Queenies and Sandies.  The garden was full of them today.

In other news…  We have a guest staying, MrsDB's 91 year old Aunty from Oz - she's as fit as a lop and was out at 8am photographing the horses in the field next door!  Then some friends called round for coffee and a neighbour popped in and they all wanted to sit outside in the sunshine.  What's wrong with these people, don't they know sun is bad?

The upshot is that I'm now under instruction to replace our ancient rackety garden furniture with new eye wateringingly expensive gear.  It may be cheaper than being sued when Aunty Belle does a back flip onto the slabs and drowns in her tumbler of Chateauneuf du Pape.  Can't these Aussies have a small glass like everyone else?