Not perfect, but....

Last night we walked down to the furthest of our two village pubs to watch elder grandson play darts in one of the leagues.  He won two out of three legs, so won his match.  It must be galling to be beaten by a fourteen year old.

The decorators called first thing to measure up for the next lot of work, then two lots of washing done, out and dried.  Shopping delivered and put away.

I spent a fair amount of time photographing a predatory wasp that has something stuck to its wing and leg but it had to be this tiny, and I mean tiny fly.  In the top right-hand corner it gives you a bit of an indication as to its size, which is approximately two pin heads.