Birds are back

... in great number. Seven bluetits, at one point, along with all the regulars. They were enjoying the respite from the wind, too. Meanwhile, I pegged put two wash-loads till "ironing dry", cleaned all the windows at the back, inside and out, and tidied the front garden. This calm, dry spell isn't set to last, so wanted to make the most of it.

Mr PP had two abscessed wisdom teeth removed, poor chap! Still, they can't hurt him any more.

Off to table tennis, if the road's reopened. Am guessing the fallen tree will have been cleared by now.

Thanks for all the lovely comments on my yesterblipped distorted reflections.