Window cleaning

No special bread for lunch so JJ and I walked down to our local store and back.  I lost him at one point because he'd stopped to watch a local farmer out with his machinery, turning over the soil.  Boys will be boys.

In between drops of rain he's mowed and scarified the lawns.  I would have done a bit of gardening but every time I stepped outside it started to spit.  That's a massive exaggeration because the spots never joined up, but was excuse enough for me.

My app tells me this is a dung fly which was hanging around on the dining room window having a wash and brush up.  I knew you'd be delighted to see another fly.