Oh you’re back, are you?

The look Polly gave us when we got back from a very enjoyable evening out at a restaurant with my parents, brother and sister-in-law.

Just before we came indoors, our friend Steve-from-number-11pulled up with his son get-down-Ben, having just returned from a scout meeting. GDB was wearing his uniform and in his breast pocket was the head and feet of a pheasant he had just been butchering. He was keen to demonstrate that, by pulling a particular tendon, the claws moved as if it was a puppet. I decided against blipping that.