The Stripy Ladybird and A Tin of Baked Beans

We kinda figured that when nature was painting the spots on this little guy he was moving so fast they turned into stripes. He seemed pretty comfortable with the boy though.

I love bakedbeans........ever since I was a kid baked beans on toast was a fabulous treat. These days I am a little cautious as to go there...(I think you might get my drift)...when P and I were traveling in the van around NZ together we ruled them out. Anyway today I had an overwhelming desire for them so I enjoyed a whole wee tin of them all to myself...I will let you know how I get on.
I am thinking it is a sad state of affairs when one talks about beans in their blip...as you have probably figured out by now not much has happened.
I cannot but help but recite this poem in my head every time beans are on the menu...my lovely old Nan told me this.

Beans Beans are good for yer heart,
the more you eat the more you fart,
The more you fart the better you feel,
bean beans for every meal.
-Told to me by Ruby Day