Firewood Fungi

As Mike and Vizinho were throwing the oak logs off his pick-up yesterday, I said to Mike to leave the fungi upside, would make a Blip - and here is one of them, though rather suffering from having been thrown around in all the filth. 

Has felt like a distinctly uninspiring day, warmer, but no sun or frost or fog, just grey and cloudy. Another resident of the Home died this morning, Ermelinda's friend's Dad. So, what can I be grateful for...

Gratefuls:
- our house in England is now insured
- refund from the agents for services not rendered
- Mike splitting the logs and a warm fire all day in the wood burner (which isn't as polluting as some say, actually)