Starling at the fat balls.

A muddle of a day. Photographed the hill in rain out the window(see extra) so breakfasted late dithering over some cheap tops. Interrupted by a geranium delivery.  Unpacked them and put them out in the rain.  Back to breakfast. Bought the dubious tops against my better judgement.  Put fat balls out for the birds then began to investigate the phones. Only the base unit is working. Hardly begun when the postie came with parcels. We chatted for ages. By the time she left I'd forgotten the phones. Went upstairs to photograph the birds at the fat balls but they wouldn't stay when I was there. Only a young starling getting his adult plumage. Began to print Veda's Galloway information. The printer claimed it had run out of ink  Always does it when you want to print. Fed it but it still wouldn't print. Sorted that.  Went downstairs to unpack the postie's parcels. Vitamins and Mark Twain's Letters from the Earth. I read it in the 60's.  The sort of book that might make you die laughing or, if depressed, just die.  Remembered the phones. Discovered not just any batteries will do so bought the right kind.  Fingers crossed that will sort things.  Paid my TV licence. They didn't like my postcode.  There's an earlier version but they didn't like that either.  Eventually I got them to accept the current one.  Went round to the ATM expecting it would swallow my card but all went smoothly.  Hurrah !   Going to have a posh Cook ready meal and lie on the sofa reading for the remainder of the day.