Froggy

Plans for the morning rather fell apart and I left shortly after breakfast to return home and face into preparation for a hospital appointment tomorrow.

Before leaving, I spotted this little guy in Carl's garden. He (Carl, not the frog) has been busy clearing out his mum's house for handover to the buyer. It's taken a lot of time and energy and has involved three contents auctioneers and two sets of rubbish-removal teams. The poor old house has been well and truly stripped and faces the ignominious fate of demolition. We spent an emotional afternoon a few weeks ago bidding farewell to the house and cooking a final meal there. Also at that time I was given a chance to choose some keepsakes, which I was happy to do. Carl also kept a few things from the clear-out, including this rather cute frog.

I don't remember where he was in the old house, but he seems quite content with his new home. He has a companion (extra), but they seen unaware on each other.