Castle

"I'm the king of the castle,
Get down you dirty rascal..."

I have found a new spot where I can survey the world. This is the crag that runs to the side of the house and allows me to be mistress of all I survey.. Whenever I go outside I can sit up here and see what is going on!

And what is going on?

Virtually nothing. There's a few slugs, an odd vole (bit stupid, we have cats) and Pud lolling about on a deck chair like he owns the joint!

He doesn't, I do! I am the king queen of the castle.

What's that aprecious? Perhaps I'd care to leave the house and take a job and pay the bills? Because that's what you do? The actual queen?

Sorry for breathing!

To extend the conversation about Hull...that thing Maud is sitting on - a fern - is how you pronounce the thing you make a telephone call on. In fact, I am typing this on my mobile fern.

A person from Poland is a purl.

This picture makes me smile. Little tongue!