Brambling about

There was a brambling or three about today. They don't seem to be fighting over ladies yet the way the other birds are - perhaps that's because they know to concentrate on eating all the sunflower seeds they can get before the long journey back to Scandanavia. As for me, it was a morning of panic-ordering fancy dress stuff for the Carneval on Friday (see tomorrow for the next exciting instalment of that saga).

Meanwhile, Mr B was removing some ceilings and I was trying not to run shouting 'are you ok?' every time I heard a crash. I presume if he actually fell through the ceiling he would shout or something before he crashed to the ground... (Though as with children: it's the silences that make you nervous....)

Not much else really happened. It rained on and off.