Moorhen

Then he flew away. So there was less hen.

Lovely weather for my lunchtime walk along the canal.Town centre full of smiley faces. The town drunks (a familiar sight - two men of about my age with tinnies in their hands) were camped out on a bench, one of them wearing his trademark Captain Morgan pirate hat. I said "afternoon Cap’n" which seemed to please him. I really ought to blip him one day. 

Slow day in the home office. Not much excitement. But I now have the beginnings of a retirement plan which makes me feel better. 

Waste pipes all went in today. Dan the Polish Plumber is making good progress. Another week and a bit still to go ‘though ...