Rocking Robin

It's National Robin day.  I told someone in the park and they said 'every day is Robin day for you'.   Very true. 

I saw H from Steps (pictured); the as yet un-named post robin; my new, nearly ready to eat from my hand robin, named today as Bramble; and CC, the log robin behind the cricket club.  

I went to the allotment to see if I'd left any potatoes in the ground, I hadn't.  I did get to feed two more robins though.   

I returned home to attack my long to do list.  But all I attacked was a loaf after which I took to the settee to watch Funny Girl.  Followed that up with What's Up Doc and then an evening of nonsense on the telly.  

Another day of not tidying up, the house looks like there's been a gas explosion.  Tomorrow is another day.