Not talking to you.

Chilled Sunday. Coffee and croissant breakfast. Various chores: cleaned kitchen and bathroom sinks, sorted desk - shredded confidential, recycled not, filed, same for corner  of kitchen table.

Read in the sunshine in the garden. Finished Middle England. OH described as a parody.  Seems too close to current truth for me.

Friends recommended Where the Crawdads Sing.  Mistakenly thought I had a copy.  Will look at Bookish stall in the market tomorrow. 

These crows have bern perching on and off in the Scots pines today.  They look like juveniles as their feathers seem incomplete. 

Heave a pleasant evening.