Thursday: Balcony

This is the balcony that runs (almost) the length of the house upstairs.  I quite often sit out there for a bit in the morning as well as in the evening to unwind.   It’s lovely with all the exotic birdsong.  

On another note, those of a squeamish disposition STOP READING NOW!!!!

I’m not kidding!

OK, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.  Our gardeners, Chippy and Lee, found a dead possum in the garden today, having been alerted by the smell.  When they picked it up to move it, it burst……apparently, they both vomited and I can’t say I blame them.  I’m just pleased they were the ones to find it, rather than us.